I heardpoured forth on the threshold, some fervid murmurings to Marie, Reine du Ciel, some deep aspiration that _his_ hope might yet be _mine_. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.维莱特.
Having removed this impediment, and lifted certain silvery envelopes of tissue paper, she merely exclaimed-- Oh ciel! 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.简·爱.