tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074545955842912793.post1690810863533734727..comments2024-03-26T23:35:38.726+01:00Comments on the Brontë Sisters: I saw him very near, and once through my glass. His absence leave me certainly with less support and in deeper solitude than before. Geri Meftah Arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00596915249757782612noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074545955842912793.post-63807895776045400132014-06-26T06:22:10.788+02:002014-06-26T06:22:10.788+02:00but each moment he came near me, and that I could ...<i> but each moment he came near me, and that I could see his eyes fastened on me, my veins ran ice.</i><br /><br />Mr. Taylor's suit was hopeless in that case. Warmth was something CB had to have. In her books chilled veins is not a good sign lol . In Mr. Taylor's case, it was an instinct she could not disobey or discount even in the mist of with her dreadful loneliness. <br /><br /><i>I feel that there is a certain mystery about this transaction yet, and whether it will ever be cleared up to me I do not know; however, my plain duty is to wean my mind from the subject, and if possible to avoid pondering over it. </i><br /><br />This is very similar language Charlotte used about the situation with Arthur Bell Nicholls at an early point. Others thoughts and feelings and even her own could be at times mystery to Charlotte. Odd in someone so perceptive usually . Sometimes she had to learn things the hard way ....though trial and error.<br /><br /> Mr. Nicholls could put her "pass her patience" with his narrow views...but Charlotte never mocked his physical appearances as she did with so many others. What a difference with the ink she spent on James Taylor's short comings in that regard! She cannot speak of him without pointing them out! lol Annehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05033117202223821117noreply@blogger.com