Quotation from: Villette

Written by: Charlotte Bronte


As usual he broke upon us like a clap of thunder; but instead of
flashing lightning-wise from the door to the estrade, his career
halted midway at my desk. Setting his face towards me and the window,
his back to the pupils and the room, he gave me a look--such a look as
might have licensed me to stand straight up and demand what he meant--
a look of scowling distrust.


"Voila! pour vous," said he, drawing his hand from his waist-coat, and
placing on my desk a letter--the very letter I had seen in Rosine's
hand--the letter whose face of enamelled white and single Cyclop's-eye
of vermilion-red had printed themselves so clear and perfect on the
retina of an inward vision. I knew it, I felt it to be the letter of
my hope, the fruition of my wish, the release from my doubt, the
ransom from my terror. This letter M. Paul, with his unwarrantably
interfering habits, had taken from the portress, and now delivered it
himself.

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