Jane Eyre

by Charlotte Brontë

For a handsome and not an unamiable-looking man, he repelled me exceedingly:

“The eagerness of a listener quickens the tongue of a narrator.”

“I do my best; and have done it, and will do it,”

Her coming was my hope each day, Her parting was my pain;

With me to live—to die; I have at last my nameless bliss. As I love—loved am I!”