You, sir, are the most phantom-like of all: you are a mere dream.
In which Jane expresses her (seemingly unfounded) doubts about the impending wedding.
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I will not be your English Céline Varens.
It’s all well and good to have their feelings out in the open, but Jane’s still in a precarious position.
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Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless?
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What the deuce have you done with yourself this last month?
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Love me, then, or hate me, as you will…
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“You have passed a strange night, Jane.”
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You are cold; you are sick; and you are silly.
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There was nothing to cool or banish love in these circumstances…
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He made me love him without looking at me.
Read moreChapter XVI
A greater fool than Jane Eyre had never breathed the breath of life.
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