Quotation from: Villette

Written by: Charlotte Bronte

Still holding my hand, she played with the fingers unconsciously,
dressed them, now in her own rings, and now circled them with a twine
of her beautiful hair; she patted the palm against her hot cheek, and
at last, having cleared a voice that was naturally liquid as a lark's,
she said:--

"You must think it rather strange that I should talk so much about Dr.
Bretton, ask so many questions, take such an interest, but--".