Branwell became worse and worse. Mr. Robinson died in 1846, but Mrs. Robinson didn’t marry Branwell – oh no She was a cold wicked woman. She sent my son Branwell away, and later married a rich old man. And so Branwell spent more and more time drinking, and taking laudanum, and walking alone on the moors.
When you are blind, you listen to things very carefully. I used to sit alone in my room and listen to the sounds of the wind outside the house. The wind talks and whispers and sings-it has many voices. I listened to the sounds of the clock on the stairs, and the wood in the fire, and the footsteps and voiced of the girls walking round the house. They talked a lot to each