Jane Eyre: It’s a long way off.
Mr. Rochester: No matter; a girl of your sense will not object to the voyage.
Jane Eyre: Not the voyage, but the distance. And then the sea is such a barrier.
Mr. Rochester: From. . .what, Jane?
Jane Eyre: From England, sir, and from Thornfield . . .and. . .
Edward Rochester: Sometimes I have a queer feeling in regards to you Jane. Especially when you are near, as now. It’s as if I had a string somewhere under my left rib, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in a corresponding corner of your little frame. And if we should have to be parted, that cord of communion would be snapped and I have a nervous notion that I should take to bleeding inwardly.