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76                      THE   BRONTES
times when she wished the Parsonage and monot-
onous daily work at Jericho and then she rushed
out on to the moors.   The moors soothed her and
gave her a sense of infinity which she loved because
life at home and in the village was cramped and
small.   They gave her joy too, of an ecstatic kind,
different   from   the   dreary   comfort   that   was
preached and sung in church.   She could stretch
her limbs on the moors ; she could pretend there
to be the boy she often wished she had been born.
There were no critical eyes upon her there ; only
now and again she might meet a farm-hand or a
shawled woman and be the cheerier for a greeting
with them.   The moor folk, the Haworth villagers
going about their daily work, were the kind of
people she liked to see and all the society she
thought she wanted.   It wasn't irksome to be on
friendly terms with them.   It was flattering and,
better still, satisfying to be liked by them ;  there
is a sort of sacramental pleasure in easy contact
with  simple  folk,   the  sacrament  of common,
divine friendliness which asks for nothing back
and knows no disappointments or regrets and
might, it would seem, be celebrated all the year
long over the whole earth, only somehow there
must be difficulties because it certainly isn't!
Generally, people want more : that is the trouble.
Emily too wanted more, sometimes, from some-
one, from somewhere ,  .  . the moors weren't
really enough.    At times, she was desperately
So home she came, after the three months at
Roe Head, and there she stayed for a year and a