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Portrait of Charlotte Brontë Charlotte Brontë,  The Professor — Chapter X.

“ Reuter had already glided away, she was nowhere visible; a maîtresse or teacher, the one who occupied the corresponding estrade to my own, alone remained to keep guard over me; she was a little in the shade, and, with my short sight, I could only see that she was of a thin, bony figure, and rather tallowy complexion, and that her attitude, as she sat, partook equally of listlessness and affectation. ”
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Portrait of Charlotte Brontë Charlotte Brontë,  The Professor — Chapter X.

“ Look at this little woman: is she like the women of novelists and romancers? To read of female character as depicted in Poetry, and Fiction, one would think it was made up of sentiment, either for good or bad—here is a specimen, and a most sensible and respectable specimen, too, whose staple ingredient is abstract reason. No Talleyrand was ever more passionless than Zoraïde Reuter! ”
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Portrait of Charlotte Brontë Charlotte Brontë,  The Professor — Chapter X.

“ Vous êtes bien jeune—trop jeune pour le rôle que vous allez jouer; il faut prendre garde—savez-vous?"
"Mais quel danger y a-t-il?"
"Je n'en sais rien—ne vous laissez pas aller à de vives impressions—voilà tout."
I laughed; a sentiment of exquisite pleasure played over my nerves at the thought that "vives impressions" were likely to be created; it was the deadness, the sameness of life's daily ongoings that had hitherto been my bane; my blouse-clad élèves in the boy's seminary never stirred in me any "vives impressions," except it might be occasionally some of anger.
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