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Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Jane Eyre # 1

No sooner did I see that his attention was riveted on them, and that I might gaze without being observed, that my eyes were drawn involuntarily to his face; I could not keep their lids under control: they would rise, and the irids would fix on him. I looked, and had an acute pleasure in looking, - a precious yet poignant pleasure; pure gold, with a steely point of agony: a pleasure like what the thirst-perishing man might feel who knows the well to which he has crept in poisoned, yet stoops and drinks divine draughts nevertheless.

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He made me love him without looking at me.

2 comments:

xary said...

wow essa frase final. sweet the sting. parece que já estás a abraçar melhor essa história não? acabam por apanhar-nos, mais cedo ou mais tarde... as matreiras ;)

beijo grande*

sancie said...

Not the quote I'd go with, but Charlotte is brilliant all through. :)

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