Quotation from: Jane Eyre

Written by: Charlotte Bronte


No sooner did I see that his attention was riveted on them, and
that I might gaze without being observed, than 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 is poisoned, yet stoops and drinks divine draughts nevertheless.

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