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I see you can say nothing in the first place, you are faint still, and have enough to do to draw your breath; in the second place, you cannot yet accustom yourself to accuse and revile me, and besides, the flood-gates of tears are opened, and they would rush out if you spoke much; and […]

‘Well, Jane! not a word of reproach? Nothing bitter— nothing poignant? Nothing to cut a feeling or sting a passion? You sit quietly where I have placed you, and regard me with a weary, passive look.’ ‘Jane, I never meant to wound you thus. If the man who had but one little ewe lamb that […]

Some time in the afternoon I raised my head, and looking round and seeing the western sun gilding the sign of its decline on the wall, I asked, ‘What am I to do?’ But the answer my mind gave—‘Leave Thornfield at once’—was so prompt, so dread, that I stopped my ears. I said I could […]

‘Be not far from me, for trouble is near: there is none to help.’ It was near: and as I had lifted no petition to Heaven to avert itas I had neither joined my hands, nor bent my knees, nor moved my lips—it came: in full heavy swing the torrent poured over me. The whole […]

The morning had been a quiet morning enough—all except the brief scene with the lunatic: the transaction in the church had not been noisy; there was no explosion of passion, no loud altercation, no dispute, no defiance or challenge, no tears, no sobs: a few words had been spoken, a calmly pronounced objection to the […]

‘That is MY WIFE,’ said he. ‘Such is the sole conjugal embrace I am ever to know—such are the endearments which are to solace my leisure hours! And THIS is what I wished to have’ (laying his hand on my shoulder): ‘this young girl, who stands so grave and quiet at the mouth of hell, […]

Still holding me fast, he left the church: the three gentlemen came after. At the front door of the hall we found the carriage.‘Take it back to the coach-house, John,’ said Mr. Rochester coolly; ‘it will not be wanted to-day.’ At our entrance, Mrs. Fairfax, Adele, Sophie, Leah, advanced to meet and greet us.‘To the […]

‘I will produce him first—he is on the spot. Mr. Mason, have the goodness to step forward.’ Mr. Rochester, on hearing the name, set his teeth; he experienced, too, a sort of strong convulsive quiver; near to him as I was, I felt the spasmodic movement of fury or despair run through his frame. The […]

‘I cannot proceed without some investigation into what has been asserted, and evidence of its truth or falsehood.’ ‘The ceremony is quite broken off,’ subjoined the voice behind us. ‘I am in a condition to prove my allegation: an insuperable impediment to this marriage exists.’ Mr. Rochester heard, but heeded not: he stood stubborn and […]

Sophie came at seven to dress me: she was very long indeed in accomplishing her task; so long that Mr. Rochester, grown, I suppose, impatient of my delay, sent up to ask why I did not come. She was just fastening my veil (the plain square of blond after all) to my hair with a […]