For awhile—a long while—I thought it was only a woman, though a unique woman, who moved in might and grace before the multitude. By-and-by I recognised my mistake. Behold! I found upon her something neither of woman nor of man: in each of her eyes sat a devil. These evil forces bore her through the tragedy, kept up her feeble strength—for she was but a frail creature; and as the action rose and the stir deepened, how wildly they shook her with their passions of the pit!
— Villette, Charlotte Brontë

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