He turned away; he threw himself on his face on the sofa. 'Oh, Jane! my hope - my love - my life!' broke in anguish from his lips. - Charlotte Brontë

Strange that grief should now almost choke me, because another human being's eye has failed to greet mine.

There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort.

Que me voulez-vous?' said he in a growl of which the music was wholly confined to his chest and throat, for he kept his teeth clenched, and seemed registering to himself an inward vow that nothing earthly should wring from him a smile. My answer commenced uncompromisingly: -

'Monsieur,' I said, je veux l'impossible, des choses inouïes;