Quotation from: Villette

Written by: Charlotte Bronte

I slightly turned from him, nestling still closer under the wing of
silence.

A vague sound grumbled between his teeth; it could not surely be a
"juron:" he was too religious for that; but I am certain I heard the
word _sacre_. Grievous to relate, the same word was repeated,
with the unequivocal addition of _mille_ something, when I passed
him about two hours afterwards in the corridor, prepared to go and
take my German lesson in the Rue Crecy. Never was a better little man,
in some points, than M. Paul: never, in others, a more waspish little
despot.