“Petite chatte, doucerette, coquette!” sibillated the sudden boa- constrictor; “vous avez l’air bien triste, soumis, reveur, mais vous ne l’etes pas: c’est moi qui vous le dis: Sauvage! la flamme a l’ame, l’eclair aux yeux!”
“Oui; j’ai la flamme a l’ame, et je dois l’avoir!” retorted I, turning in just wrath.

– Villette, Charlotte Bronte

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