Jane Eyre: Why do you confide in me like this? What are you and she to me? Do you think that because I am poor and plain, I have no feelings? I promise you, if God had gifted me wealth and beauty, I should make it as hard for you to leave me now as it is for me to leave you. But He did not. Yet, my spirit can address yours as if both had passed through the grave and stood before Him equal
Mr. Rochester: Jane.
Jane Eyre: Let me go, sir.
Mr. Rochester: I love you. I love you!
Jane Eyre: Please, don’t make me foolish.
Mr. Rochester: Foolish? I need you. What is Blanche to me? I know what I am to her. Money to manure her father’s lands with. Marry me, Jane, say you’ll marry me.
Jane Eyre: You mean it?
Mr. Rochester: You torture me with your doubts. Say yes. Say yes.
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.