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Agnes Gray is a novel written by Anne Brontë and published for the first time in 1847, being this writer's first novel.
The book tells the story of Agnes Grey. She is the daughter of Mr. Grey, a pastor of modest means, and Mrs. Grey, a woman who left her wealthy family and married out of love. Mr. Gray tries to boost the family's financial standing, but the merchant he trusts with his money dies in an accident, and the lost investment plunges the family into debt.
Agnes Gray begins to work one of the few jobs that were socially acceptable for a respectable lady in Victorian England: working as a governess for children from upper-class families.
The novel reflects the precarious situation faced by a governess and how it affected a young woman and how the young woman must try to control spoiled and undisciplined children.
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Anne Brontë was an English novelist and poet, the youngest member of the Brontë literary family.
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