Five generations of my race sleep under the aisles of Briarfield Church. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
To make the matter worse, the church door had reopened, and the aisles were filling: patter, patter, patter, a hundred little feet trotted in. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
Here are no aisles, no arches, no inscriptions, no banners. 简·奥斯汀.曼斯菲尔德庄园.