‘My daughter, flee temptation.’ ‘Mother, I will.’ So I answered after I had waked from the trance-like dream. It was yet night, but July nights are short: soon after midnight, dawn comes. ‘It cannot be too early to commence the task I have to…

I did. Mr. Rochester, reading my countenance, saw I had done so. His fury was wrought to the highest: he must yield to it for a moment, whatever followed; he crossed the floor and seized my arm and grasped my waist. He seemed to…

‘I do.’ ‘And now?’ softly kissing my forehead and cheek. ‘I do,’ extricating myself from restraint rapidly and completely. ‘Oh, Jane, this is bitter! This—this is wicked. It would not be wicked to love me.’ ‘It would to obey you.’ A wild look raised…

‘Impatiently I waited for evening, when I might summon you to my presence. An unusual—to me—a perfectly new character I suspected was yours: I desired to search it deeper and know it better. You entered the room with a look and air at once…