I quote Villette far too much, don’t I?
” Tonight she would have me lay my head on the pillow of the crib; she even put her little arms around my neck. her clasp and the nestling action with which she pressed her cheek to mine made me almost cry with a tender pain. Feeling of no kind abounded in that house; this pure little drop from a pure little source was too sweet: it penetrated deep, and subdued the heat and sent a gush to the eyes.”
-Charlotte Brontë, Villette