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.
Charlotte BronteJane! will you hear reason?' (he stooped and approached his lips to my ear) 'because, if you won't, I'll try violence.
Charlotte Bronte