Reader, I married him.
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“My living darling! These are certainly her limbs, and these her features; but I cannot be so blest, after all my misery.”
After a long and winding road, Jane comes home.
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My spirit is willing to do what is right; and my flesh, I hope, is strong enough to accomplish the will of Heaven, when once that is distinctly known to me.
With St. John finally gone, Jane determines to inquire after Mr. Rochester in person.
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I will hold to the principles received by me when I was sane, and not mad – as I am now.
All the red flags about Mr. Rochester come home to roost once Jane recognizes the necessity of leaving him.
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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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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?
Read moreChapter XXII
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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