Que me voulez-vous?' said he in a growl of which the music was wholly confined to his chest and throat, for he kept his teeth clenched, and seemed registering to himself an inward vow that nothing earthly should wring from him a smile. My answer commenced uncompromisingly: -

'Monsieur,' I said, je veux l'impossible, des choses inouïes;

Author: Charlotte Brontë