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As she grew up, a sound English education corrected in a great measure her French defects

"She had better not wait till then, Jane," said Mr. Rochester, when I read her letter to him; "if she does, she will be too late, for our honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade over your grave or mine."

"Choose then, sir — HER WHO LOVES YOU BEST."

"I will at least choose — HER I LOVE BEST. Jane, will you marry me?"

"Yes, sir."

(Aside.) "Damn him!" — (To me.) "Did you like him, Jane?"

it is not because she is mad I hate her

satisfied I was not, but to please him I endeavoured to appear so — relieved, I certainly did feel; so I answered him with a contented smile

Thank you, Mr. Rochester, for your great kindness. I am strangely glad to get back again to you: and wherever you are is my home — my only home.

no other emotion than a sort of ruth for her great sufferings

Oh Jane! My hope — my live — my life!

It seems stingy, to my notions, and dry, and unfriendly. I should like something else: a little addition to the rite. If one shook hands, for instance; but no — that would not content me either. So you'll do no more than say Farewell, Jane?