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Villette

CHAPTER XX
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You need not fall in love with _that_ lady," I said, "because, I tell you beforehand, you might die at her feet, and she would not love you again." "Very well," said he, "and how do you know that the spectacle of her grand insensibility might not with me be the strongest stimulus to homage?
The sting of desperation is, I think, a wonderful irritant to my emotions: but" (shrugging his shoulders) "you know nothing about these things; I'll address myself to my mother.

Mamma, I'm in a dangerous way." "As if that interested me!" said Mrs.Bretton.
"Alas! the cruelty of my lot!" responded her son.

"Never man had a more unsentimental mother than mine: she never seems to think that such a calamity can befall her as a daughter-in-law." "If I don't, it is not for want of having that same calamity held over my head: you have threatened me with it for the last ten years.

'Mamma, I am going to be married soon!' was the cry before you were well out of jackets." "But, mother, one of these days it will be realized.

All of a sudden, when you think you are most secure, I shall go forth like Jacob or Esau, or any other patriarch, and take me a wife: perhaps of these which are of the daughters of the land." "At your peril, John Graham! that is all." "This mother of mine means me to be an old bachelor.


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