Reader, I married him.
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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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What the deuce have you done with yourself this last month?
Read moreChapter XVII
He made me love him without looking at me.
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A greater fool than Jane Eyre had never breathed the breath of life.
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I had not, it seems, the originality to chalk out a new road to shame and destruction, but trod the old track with stupid exactness not to deviate an inch from the beaten centre.
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Most things free-born will submit to anything for a salary; therefore, keep to yourself, and don’t venture on generalities of which you are intensely ignorant.
Read moreChapter XIII
A present has many faces to it, does it not?
Read moreChapter XII
Millions are condemned to a stiller doom than mine, and millions are in silent revolt against their lot.
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