Quotation from: Villette

Written by: Charlotte Bronte

And she looked and spoke--the little Polly of Bretton--petulant,
sensitive.

"If," said she, emphatically, "if I liked Dr. John till I was fit to
die for liking him, that alone could not license me to be otherwise
than dumb--dumb as the grave--dumb as you, Lucy Snowe--you know it--
and you know you would despise me if I failed in self-control, and
whined about some rickety liking that was all on my side."