“About ten minutes after, the driver got down and opened a pair of gates; we passed through, and they clashed to behind us. We now slowly ascended a drive, and came upon the long front of a house;” (99).

Soon will be growingGreen blades from her mound,And daisies be showingLike stars on the ground,Till she form part of them –Ay – the sweet heart of them,Loved beyond measureWith a child’s pleasureAll her life’s round.

“Before I left my bed in the morning, little Adele came running in to tell me that the great horse-chestnut at the bottom of the orchard had been struck by lightning in the night, and half of it split away” (276).

You love not me,And love alone can led you loyalty:--I know and knew it. But, unto the storeOf human deeds divine in all but name,Was it not worth a little hour or moreTo add yet this: once you a woman, cameTo soothe a time-torn man; even though it beYou love not me?

“As he said this , he released me from his clutch, and only looked at me. The look was far worse to resist than the frantic strain; only an idiot, however, would have succumbed now. I had dared and baffled his fury; I must elude his sorrow: I retired to the door.

‘ You are going, Jane?’‘ I am going, sir.’‘You are leaving me?’‘Yes.’‘You will not come? You will not be my comforter, my rescuer? My

deep love, my wild woe, my frantic prayer, are all nothing to you?‘What unutterable pathos was in his voice! How hard it was to

reiterate firmly ‘ I am going.’‘ Jane!’‘ Mr. Rochester!’“Withdraw, then—I consent; but remember, you leave me here in

anguish. Go up to your own room; thiink over all I have said, and, Jane, cast a glance on my sufferings—think of me.” (344)

You love not me,And love alone can led you loyalty:--I know and knew it. But, unto the storeOf human deeds divine in all but name,Was it not worth a little hour or moreTo add yet this: once you a woman, cameTo soothe a time-torn man; even though it beYou love not me?