Quotation from: Villette

Written by: Charlotte Bronte


We parted: he gave me his pledge, and then his farewell. We parted:
the next day--he sailed.





CHAPTER XLII.


FINIS.



Man cannot prophesy. Love is no oracle. Fear sometimes imagines a
vain thing. Those years of absence! How had I sickened over their
anticipation! The woe they must bring seemed certain as death. I knew
the nature of their course: I never had doubt how it would harrow as
it went. The juggernaut on his car towered there a grim load. Seeing
him draw nigh, burying his broad wheels in the oppressed soil--I, the
prostrate votary--felt beforehand the annihilating craunch.

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