“ The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter—often an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreter—in the eye. ”
 Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (16 October 1847). copy citation

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“He seemed to devour me with his flaming glance: physically, I felt, at the moment, powerless as stubble exposed to the draught and glow of a furnace: mentally, I still possessed my soul, and with it the certainty of ultimate safety. The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter—often an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreter—in the eye. My eye rose to his; and while I looked in his fierce face I gave an involuntary sigh; his gripe was painful, and my over-taxed strength almost exhausted.
«Never,» said he, as he ground his teeth, «never was anything at once so frail and so indomitable.” source

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