Real affection, it seems, he could not have for me; it had only been fitful passion…
The truth finally comes out, and it’s heartbreaking on so many levels.
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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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“You have passed a strange night, Jane.”
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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.
Read moreChapter XI
You have no ghost, then?
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