That was not the end of my sadness（悲哀）. Anne, too, became ill（有病的）. She could not breathe（呼吸）. She coughed（咳）. Her face was white. But she was more sensible（感觉得到的） than Emily.

  She took all her medicines（内服药） and did everything the doctors said. It didn't help much. In the spring she said she wanted to go to the sea, to a warmer place. The doctors told her to wait. I thought she would die before（ 在…之前） she went. At last（最后）, in May, Charlotte went away with her.

  They went to York first, where they visited a wonderful church（教堂）, York Minster. "If men can make something as（当…的时候） beautiful as（当…的时候） this," Anne whispered（低声地讲）, "what is God（神）'s real home like?" Charlotte told me this in a letter she sent from Scarborough, a town by the sea on the northeast（位于东北的） coast（海岸）. "On 26 May, Anne rode a donkey（驴） on the beach," the letter said. "She was very happy, Papa. Afterwards（ 后来） we went to church（教堂） and then sat and watched the sea for a long time. On the 28th, she was too ill to go out. She died quietly（安静地） at two o'clock in the afternoon.

  She will be buried（埋葬） in a graveyard near the sea." Anne was the baby of the family, the youngest and prettiest of them all. Before she died, she wrote another book, The Tenant（承租人） of Wildfell Hall（门厅）, about a woman who left her cruel（残忍的） husband. She was proud（骄傲的） of it, and so was I. She was 29 years old. "I don't want to die, Papa," she said.

  "I have too many ideas in my head, too many books to write." When Charlotte came home, the dogs barked（狗叫） happily（快乐地）. Perhaps（也许） they thought Anne and Emily and Branwell were coming home too. "I don't know. But it was only Charlotte, the smallest of all my children. Not the prettiest, not the strongest, not the strangest（陌生的）. God had taken all those for himself（他自己）.

  He had left me with the one who would become the most famous, and the one who nearly（差不多） had a child. Charlotte wrote two more books, Shirley, about a strong, brave（勇敢的） woman like her sister Emily, and Villett, about love between a teacher and a pupil（学生）. But Jane Eyre was her most famous book. Everyone in England talked about it. Everyone wanted to read it. Charlotte went to London and met many famous writers.

  "I was very pleased（开心的）. I loved to hear about the people and places that she saw. But she always came back to Haworth. She didn't like to be with famous people very long, and this quiet place was her home. In 1852, just before Christmas, a terrible thing happened. I heard some of it from my room. My curate, Arthur Nichols, opened the door to Charlotte's sitting room and stood（站立） there.