Quotation from: Villette

Written by: Charlotte Bronte


I bent my head: I sat thinking an hour longer. Reason still whispered
me, laying on my shoulder a withered hand, and frostily touching my
ear with the chill blue lips of eld.


"If," muttered she, "if he _should_ write, what then? Do you
meditate pleasure in replying? Ah, fool! I warn you! Brief be your
answer. Hope no delight of heart--no indulgence of intellect: grant no
expansion to feeling--give holiday to no single faculty: dally with no
friendly exchange: foster no genial intercommunion...."

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