Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte (Part 2)

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I took a month before I left Gateshead. The sisters kept requesting me to stay behind for longer. Eliza preferred me as I could get work done. She was planning to move to a religious house and study the Roman Catholics. I was to return to Thornfield soon and apparently, Mr Rochester had headed to London for the wedding preparations. I was upset and starting running. I missed Mr Rochester. As I was running to the house, he saw me. I was happy to meet my master. After we chatted, we departed. I secretly hoped that the marriage would be called off.

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. – Jane Eyre

There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow-creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort. – Jane Eyre

And if that boisterous Channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communication will be snapt; and then I’ve a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly. – Mr Rochester

The skies were radiant. I headed to the orchard. I met Mr Rochester again. I wanted to slip off unnoticed. However, he spotted me and wanted me to look at a moth. I walked the orchard with him and told him I was attached to the house. I was surprised when he said I had to move out of Thornfield as he would be getting married tonight. He would look out for employment for me and Adele. He mentioned about a house in Ireland which may need help. At that moment, I started crying. He didn’t expect to ever see me again. He wanted to find out what I thought of him. I was struggling for words. I couldn’t bear to part. I was adamant on leaving if he married someone else. I didn’t want to be his mistress. I told him that I didn’t think Ingram was suitable for him. Now, I was angry and wanted to leave him. He tried to marry me now and I told him he needed to honour his previous decision. Finally I agreed to marry him. It was a stormy evening that night.

I love Thornfield, because I have lived in it a full and delightful life – momentarily at least. I have not been trampled on. I have not been petrified. I have not been buried with inferior minds, and excluded from every glimpse of communion with what is bright and energetic and high. – Jane Eyre

Do you think I am an automaton? – a machine without feelings?…Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! – I have as much soul as you, – and full as much heart! – Jane Eyre

But, Jane, I summon you as my wife: it is you only I intend to marry…My bride is here because my equal is here, and my likeness. Jane, will you marry me? – Mr Rochester

I was not surprised to see that a brilliant June morning had succeeded to the tempest of the night; and to feel, through the open glass door, the breathing of a fresh and fragrant breeze. Nature must be gladsome when I was so happy. – Jane Eyre

Jane Eyre, you look blooming, and smiling, and pretty. Truly pretty this morning. Is this my pale, little elf? Is this my mustard-seed? This little sunny-faced girl with the dimpled cheek and rosy lips; the satin-smooth hazel hair, and the radiant hazel eyes? – Mr Rochester

It all seemed like a dream. Later, Mr Rochester kissed me. He would marry me in 4 weeks. I still couldn’t believe I was getting married. I didn’t want any jewels from him. I wanted to be still plain and didn’t want to seem like a princess. He wanted to bring me to vineyards. He wanted to give me a Europe tour. Now, Mr Rochester claimed fake courtship with Miss Ingram. He said he did that to make me jealous. I was pissed by this. Now, he apologized and asked for forgiveness. Mrs Fairfax was shocked by the developments. She couldn’t believe a filthy rich man could marry someone like me. Mr Rochester was 20 years older than me. She did not encourage the marriage as she felt I was a pet of his. Later, he brought me to a silk warehouse to try dresses. He also bought me jewelry. I didn’t want to earn more money from him. He invited me for a one on one dinner, but I declined. I wanted to continue being a governess. Later, he wanted me to play on the piano. However, he pushed me aside and started to play himself. He did not address me sweetly now. I was keeping him in check and thought I did a good job.

To women who please me only by their faces, I am the very devil when I find out they have neither souls nor hearts – when they open to me a perspective of flatness, triviality, and perhaps imbecility, coarseness, and ill-temper. – Mr Rochester

I ask only this, Mr Rochester: don’t send for the jewels, and don’t crown me with roses: you might as well put a border of gold lace round that plain pocket handkerchief you have there. – Jane Eyre

Tomorrow would be the wedding. I felt restless now. The night before the wedding night, Mr Rochester was not around. I was perplexed by the enigma. I was starting to get pissed. Unfortunately, he was not there. I shed a tear. I ran out in the rain and hoped to find him. Later on, I hopped on his horse and we start galloping away. He was a still a dream to me and I was doubtful of him. I looked pained and he wanted an explanation from me. I confessed that I loved him with all my heart. I started telling him my dreams now. Later, I imagined another lady approaching me in my sleep who was not even Grace Poole. I told him that the lady was ghastly and fearful indeed. It reminded me of vampire. He convinced me that it was just a dream. The veil in my room was torn into half and it was certainly not a dream. He told me it must have been Grace Poole who was present. We were a little anxious about tomorrow’s wedding.

Mr Rochester was impatient as I took very long to get dressed. People were all busy preparing for the wedding. He appeared very grim and resolute. Later, two strangers entered the church. They would grace our ceremony. However, someone shouted, ‘The marriage cannot go on: I declare the existence of an impediment.’  The stranger admitted that it was because Mr Rochester currently had another living wife. I was utterly shocked and start trembling. The stranger was Briggs, a lawyer from London. He recited the details of Mr Rochester’s wife. She was Bertha Antoinetta Mason, daughter of merchant Jonas Mason. A copy of the certificate was also sined. Later, Mr Mason appeared and testified that the other lady was alive. I could sense the fury in Mr Rochester. Mr Mason was Bertha’s brother. No one heard of a Mrs Rochester in the house. The wedding was called off. Mr Rochester admitted that what they said was true. He confessed that he married her 15 years ago. Also, he mentioned that she was mad. Now, Mr Rochester brought us to the room where he kept her. The figure kept running back and fro. I recognized Bertha Mason and Mr Mason wanted more chances. Mr Rochester tied her to a chair. I was not extremely pissed but was certainly weak and tired. Now, I was single again. My confidence in Mr Rochester was destroyed. I, in a way, regretted chasing his mannerisms.

Jane, my little daring, you don’t know what you are talking about; you misjudge me again: it is not because Bertha is mad I hate her. If you were mad, do you think I should hate you? – Mr Rochester

Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear. Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still: if you raved, my arms should confine you, and not a strait waistcoast – your grasp, even in fury, would have a charm for me. – Mr Rochester

I must leave Adele and Thornfield. I must part with you for my whole life: I must begin a new existence among strange faces and strange scenes. – Jane Eyre

I knew I immediately needed to leave Thornfield. My dream was all void and I couldn’t bear to leave. I wanted to stop the suffering. I was feeling dizzy and couldn’t recover. I forgave him on the spot. He admitted he was a scoundrel. Later, he met me and that revived me. I was tormented. A part of me wanted me to leave him and a part didn’t. Later, he gave me a passionate kiss. I admitted that I didn’t want to act against him. He didn’t tell me about Bertha because he knew he couldn’t hire a governess for Adela that way. He still saw the need to take care of her and could not bear hiding her in another house. He wanted me to share his solitude even if I were to leave Thornfield. Despite all this, I was not afraid. Later, I cried heartily in front of him. Finally, he was subdued. Yet, I was remorseful. He started to tell me his tale. His dad was a horrible man and he had an elder brother. My dad gave his possessions to my brother and arrange a rich girl to date me. Miss Mason was a fine woman who was very pretty. I was fooled by all the attention I received and thought I loved her. She pressured me into marriage. After marriage, she was mad and was locked up in a lunatic asylum. Her brother would probably be crazy one day as well. In addition, Bertha had an extremely foul temper. Throughout the 4 years, Bertha was horrible towards Mr Rochester. I pitied his story. Mr Rochester didn’t have any way of getting rid of her. She often shrieked at the top of her lungs at Mr Rochester. He wanted to shoot himself. However, later after a moment of reflection, he saw hope. He wanted to travel in Europe and place her under care in Thornfield. Finally, he found Grace Poole, who was willing to care for her. On one visit, after Bertha stole the key, she tried to burn the place now. For the next few years, Mr Rochester wandered around but could not find someone suitable to marry. After such failures, he decided to live with mistresses. The first one being Celine Varens. For very long, Mr Rochester observed me and tried to second-guess what I was feeling from my facial expressions. He wanted a pledge of fidelity from me. I rejected him and he was highly frustrated. He thought that I took away love and innocence from him. Although he grabbed me, my soul was unperturbed. He knew he could hurt me but he couldn’t get at my soul. He had no choice but to let me go. I kept on resisting that I was going. I left him in deep anguish and he started sobbing now. I immediately packed and left. Finally, I was out of Thornfield. After leaving, I realized that I had no idea where I was headed but I simply didn’t want to return to Thornfield. God gave me strength and I hitched a ride from a stranger to a faraway town.

This life is hell: this is the air – those are the sounds of my bottomless pit! I have a right to deliver myself from it if I can. The sufferings of this mortal state will leave me with the heavy flesh that now cumbers my soul. – Mr Rochester

I did not like it. It was a groveling fashion of existence: I should never like to return to it. Hiring a mistress is the next worse thing to buying a slave: both are often by nature, and always by position, inferior: and to live familiarly with inferiors is degrading. – Mr Rochester

I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life, wraps my existence about you, and kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one. – Mr Rochester

I will hold to the principles received by me when I was sane, and not mad – as I am now. Laws and principles are not for the times when there is no temptation: they are for such moments as this, when body and soul rise in mutiny against their rigour; stringent are they; inviolate they shall be. If at my individual convenience I might break them, what would be their worth?’ – Jane Eyre

I was alone in the coach. I approached a mountain. There were no passengers on the streets. There was no one to comfort me, there was only nature. Finally there was a gush of wind. I didn’t know where to go. In addition, I was hungry and without much money. Silently, I prayed for Mr Rochester. After I woke up, the sun was perfect and everything seemed good. I knew I could not linger around and needed to continue living. Suddenly, I heard a church bell. Finally I entered the village. I wanted to exchange goods with them to show my hospitality. I wanted to find out about the place. There was an elegant pretty house at the top of the hill and I knocked on the door. It was crucial for me to find a job. However, I was rejected. The woman didn’t want to take my handkerchief in exchange for her bread. Later, I passed a farmhouse and received bread from a man. I was so desperate that even cold porridge was fine. I prayed to God that I would still be alive the next morning. There was a light from a candle in the vast regions and I knew I had to go there in order to have a chance. Later, I observed a few old ladies. They were speaking German, which I didn’t understand. They seemed intelligent. The landlord was Mr St John. I wondered about approaching them and telling them my tale. Hannah answered the door. I insisted on seeing the young ladies in the house but I was initially turned away. She bolted the door. Someone started speaking to me. There was someone beside me. It was Mr St John. He wanted to examine me and invited me to his house. In the house, there were two ladies, their brother and Mr St John who stared at me. The family offered me food. I introduced myself as Jane Elliott, which was an alias. Finally, I got to sleep on a warm bed. The family was getting to know me better.

I groaned – I wrung my hands – I wept in utter anguish. Oh, this spectre of death! Oh, this last hour, approaching in such horror! Alas, this isolation – this banishment from my kind! Not only the anchor of hope, but the footing of fortitude was gone – at least for a moment. – Jane Eyre

Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilised by education: they grow there, firm as weeds among stones. – Jane Eyre

Some of the best people that ever lived here have been as destitute as I am; and if you are a Christian, you ought not to consider poverty a crime. – Jane Eyre

3 days and 3 nights had passed unknowingly. I was weak and couldn’t speak well. Hannah didn’t really liked me. Diana and Mary came to visit once a day. They didn’t speak ill of me. Mr St John knew that I would recover quickly. On the 4th day, I felt much better. Hannah smiled when she saw me now. She asked whether I was a beggar. The House was called Moor House. Mr St John Rivers was a parson. The place was his father’s residence. His sisters were called Diana and Mary. Hannah had been at the house for 30 years. I chided her for trying to abandon me and not let me in the house when I was drenched. I forgave her and moved on. Hannah and I became friends thereafter. Diana thought I was still sick as I was still pale. Diana was more authoritative. I liked her already. Later, she led me to the inner room. The parlour was very comfortable. Mr Rivers looked at me but didn’t speak. I was without friends, so he couldn’t send me away. I didn’t tell them where was my last place of residence. Mr Rivers wanted to help and was willing to listen to me. I described a brief history of myself to them. I agreed to do any job that Mr Rivers asked of me.

I started to feel happy in the house and didn’t feel out of place at all. I even grew to like the surroundings of the house, not just the people. Diana really excited me. They were also impressed by my drawing ability. However I was not close to Mr Rivers as he was rarely at home. He also appeared to be broody in his outlook of life. He didn’t like Nature very much. I knew that he was not passionate about Christianity and nowhere close to God than where I was. Diana and May would soon be moving out to be governesses elsewhere. I approached Mr Rivers but he mentioned that the house would be shut up and he didn’t have employment to offer me. He wanted me to be Mr Olivers’ mistress. I accepted it. I would be located at a village school. He could tell that I was not ambitious, but impassioned. He was surprised that I took up his offer. Mary and Diana were upset as they could soon be without a brother. Later, Mr Rivers brought in a letter. It read: Uncle John is dead. Mr Rivers was still a mysterious guy. They were not upset as they had not seen their uncle for a long while. A week later, Mr Rivers and Hannah headed off to the parsonage and abandoned the house.

Some of the children are unmannered, rough, intractable, as well as ignorant; but others are docile, have a wish to learn, and evince a disposition that pleases me. I must not forget that these coarsely-clad little peasants are of flesh and blood as good as the scions of gentlest genealogy; and that the germs of native excellence, refinement, intelligence, kind feeling are likely to exist in their hearts as in those of the best born. – Jane Eyre

My new home was a cottage. There were 20 students in the village, but most were not literate. I was not very happy teaching them. However, I knew that I should give the children a chance and be patient with them. I was not very upset at the choice I made to leave Mr Rochester as I had stuck to my principles. I started talking to Mr Rivers now. Later on, he admitted in his life that he wanted to be a missionary. A pretty lady came by and started talking to Mr Rivers and I. She was Miss Oliver. Mr Rivers wasn’t good with people and he offended her unknowingly.

Later, after teaching, I realized that some of the students were witty and amiable and polite. I gradually liked some of the best girls. They also were into self-improvement. I became a favorite teacher in the neighbourhood. My heart swelled with thankfulness. However, I still dreamt of Mr Rochester sometimes. Rosamond Oliver often came to visit me, as she promised. She was a charming lady. She was a young kid. She looked some of my pictures. Later, I agreed to sketch a portrait of her. Later, Mr Oliver appeared impressed with it and wanted me to spend the evening in Vale Hall. They all thought I would be bored of life in Morton and would quit soon. One day, when I was drawing Rosamund, Mr Rivers appeared. He came to see how I was doing and brought me a book on poetry. St John stood to examine my drawing. He praised the drawing. I offered to do a replica so that he could keep it for himself. Rosamond actually preferred to be with Mr Rivers. I suggested now that he take the original piece after I sensed some hesitation. I told him that she liked him. He had doubts on marrying her and that he felt she may not make a good wife. He didn’t want to give up being a missionary. I could tell that he was uncomfortable when I constantly challenged his thoughts. He was a Christian philosopher. Later, while I was drawing, he started to prevent me from doing so. There was something that caught his eye. He didn’t say what was wrong and tore and kept a piece of paper and vanished quickly. I couldn’t solve it and simply ignored it.

It was snowing heavily. Mr Rivers came to visit again. It was certainly very unexpected. He wanted to talk to me and find out my tale completely. Later, he removed a letter and started reading it. Mr Oliver paid for some of the girls’ education at the village I was teaching at. He tried to guess my life story and started relating it. He had seen my parent’s graves and knew their history. He knew that I was brought up by Mrs Reed at Gateshead. Later, I was transferred to Lowood School and was under the care of Mr Rochester. He knew that Mr Rochester tried to me marry me but I rejected him because he harbored a Bertha in the basement of the house. He knew that I ran away. There were advertisements in the newspapers about me. I wanted to learn from him about Mr Rochester. My fears were true, that he had left England and moved on. He removed the piece of paper he tore earlier and there it read: Jane Eyre. I admitted I used an alias, Jane Elliott. Mr Briggs was in London and sought after me. My uncle, Mr Eyre of Madeira was dead, and left me all his property and wealth. I would be a heiress. I was worth 20,000 pounds now. I was aghast and looked like stone now. I wanted him to tell me the full story about his relationship with Mr Briggs before I let him off. He was christened St John Eyre Rivers. It was shocking. His mother’s name was Eyre. She had two brothers, one who married Miss Jane Reed and the other was John Eyre, my uncle. Mr Briggs was Mr Eyre’s solicitor. His mother was my father’s sister. We were all cousins, even Diana and Mary were cousins. It was no wonder that I was drawn to them. It was exhilarating to have discovered them. There was so much to think about. It was a life of hope and enjoyment now. I wanted to give Mr Rivers, Mary and Diana 5 thousand pounds each. He was shocked by this and asked me to reconsider. He said I didn’t understand what receiving 20,000 pounds meant and the importance it will give me or the prospects that might bring. However, I craved for fraternal and sisterly love. I told him I didn’t need to find domestic happiness through marriage as I didn’t intend to marry. Finally, he took his leave. I had the lawyers do the paper work and we were each 5000 pounds wealthier.

One does not jump, and spring, and shout hurrah! At hearing one has got a fortune; one beings to consider responsibilities, and to ponder business; on a base of steady satisfaction rise certain grave cares, and we contain ourselves, and brood over our bliss with a solemn brow. – Jane Eyre

This world is not the scene of fruition; do not attempt to make it so: nor of rest; do not turn slothful. – Mr Rivers

To Mr Rivers, the humanities and amenities of life had no attraction for him – its peaceful enjoyments no charm. Literally, he lived only to aspire – after what was good and great; but still he would never rest, nor approve of others resting round him. – Jane Eyre

It was nearly Christmas now. I left the school but promised to visit them in future. I wanted to maintain an active lifestyle. Hannah would go with me for an excursion. I wanted to do a thorough cleaning of Moor House. He wanted me to be more ambitious in life and look beyond domestic affairs. I will have cause to be happy and rejected his suggestions. Hannah and I really cleaned the place. We ordered new items from the shop etc. He would not make a good husband. A vehicle came and Diana and Mary arrived. It was certainly a joyful occasion. Diana and Mary were eloquent ladies. Mr Rivers’ mum was ill and he had to visit her. He agreed to go. I loved to listen to Mary and Diana. Mr Rivers would also be departing from England for a year. Rosamond Oliver would be married to Frederic Granby. It was a rash decision. Mr Rivers was not that close to us. One day, in the house, he wanted me to give up on German and learn Hindostanee. He wanted me to learn so that he could practice speaking it to me as he was learning it as well. I agreed to it. He was a generally very indifferent man. Vivacity was distasteful to him. Honestly, I didn’t like listening to him. It was difficult to reach the standards he set and I felt I was not being myself if I attempted to reach them. One day, I wrote to Thornfield and Mrs Fairfax to ask on Mr Rochester. However, I received no reply after 2 months and started to get anxious. I tried writing again, but there was no reply as well. I started looking ill. I didn’t think of resisting Mr Rivers. One day, there was a letter for me. I was very upset at that time. Later, he wanted me to walk in the woods with me and I obeyed. Mr Rivers would be leaving in 6 weeks. Now, he invited me to join him in India to be his helper and labourer. I could not agree to it. He said God intended me to be a missionary’s wife. I rejected him again. In fact, I was not into missionary labours and work. I took time to ponder over his proposition and wondered if missionary work was noble and of God’s assignment. I still had feelings for England and Mr Rochester. The thought of me going there to work was possible, but I did not love him and could not marry him. I was his soldier, at best. I would go to India only if I would be able to go free. I didn’t want to marry him. Now, he kept trying to convince me and said that God didn’t like my decision and that I would not commit to God entirely by only accepting him conditionally. He said he could not take a young girl with him if he was married to me. He truly believed in marriage and the ‘long-cherished scheme’ and asked me to re-consider. He said I was denying God. He was still bitter and didn’t forgive me later that evening.

I scorn your idea of love. I scorn the counterfeit sentiment you offer: yes, St. John, and I scorn you when you offer it. – Jane Eyre

Do not forget that if you reject it, it is not me you deny, but God. Through my means, He opens to you a noble career; as my wife only can you enter upon it. Refuse to be my wife, and you limit yourself for ever to a track of selfish ease and barren obscurity. – Mr Rivers

God did not give me this life to throw away; to do as you wish me would, I begin to think, be almost equivalent to committing suicide. – Jane Eyre

Mr Rivers is a good and a great man; but he forgets, pitilessly, the feelings and claims of little people, in pursuing his own large views. – Jane Eyre

Where there is energy to command well enough, obedience never fails. – Jane Eyre

Mr Rivers deferred his departure. He never truly forgave me. He was like marble. To me, he wasn’t human. His heart was like stone or metal. I still wanted to be friends with me, but he appeared cold as usual. However, I could tell he was still bitter towards me. I still refused to marry him. The words I used he claimed were untrue. I still didn’t mind being his assistant. I told him I would seek Mr Rochester again. Diana saw me. Diana could tell that Mr Rivers liked me and wanted me to marry him. She was a little surprised to know I had rejected him. Mr Rivers continually used me as a tool. Mr Rivers started reciting verses from the Bible in the evening. He kept using God to tell me what I ought to do. For a moment, I considered marrying him now after his lecture. There was a conflict between duty and passion. Later, out of the blue, I heard Mr Rochester’s voice crying out. I immediately ran out of the house. I waited for daylight.

It was daylight. Mr Rivers wanted to hear my decision 2 weeks later after he returned from Cambridge. I was strong enough and my will was strong and determined. Was the voice I heard just a delusion? Later, I explained to Mary and Diana that I wanted to go on a journey for 4 days. I left Moor House. The coach took me to Thornfield. I wanted to inquire whether Mr Rochester was home. I peeped at Thornfield from afar. Thornfield was a blackened ruin. Everything appeared to be waste. It was deathly silent as well. There was no one to answer my questions now. I wandered around the shattered interior. I fully expected a tale of misery. The host was a middle-aged man. He was Mr Rochester father’s butler. It was such a pity that the whole place was burnt to the ground. It was a horrible sight, he explained. Now, he explained the story about the fire and how it originated. He didn’t know who I was. It was almost certain that Bertha had set the place on fire. She had taken out the keys out of Grace Poole’s pocket and roamed around the house and set the place on fire. Mr Rochester, I learnt, didn’t leave England at all. He was in the house when the house burnt down. On that night, Mr Rochester wanted to save her but she jumped off the house, to her death. It was very frightful indeed. He pitied Mr Rochester’s life. The man admitted that Mr Rochester was stone blind now. Mr Rochester wanted to save everyone before he left the burning house. He was living with Old John and his wife now. I immediately wanted to visit him.

I will be your neighbor, your nurse, your housekeeper. I find you lonely: I will be your companion – to read to you, to walk with you, to sit with you, to wait on you, to be eyes and hands to you. Cease to look so melancholy, you shall not be left desolate, so long as I live. – Jane Eyre

But if you wish me to love you, could you but see how much I do love you, you would be proud and content. All my heart is yours, sir: it belong to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever. – Jane Eyre, to Mr Rochester

You are no ruin, sir – no lightning-struck tree: you are green and vigorous. Plants will grow about your roots, whether you ask them or not, because they take delight in your bountiful shadow, and as they grow they will lean towards you, and wind round you, because your strength offers them so safe a prop. – Jane Eyre

The Manor House was old and run-down. It looked empty from afar. It was certainly a desolate place. My master appeared. It was Mr Rochester. He looked the same and still looked very fit. However, he was desperate and brooding in nature. He stretched out his hand and wanted to feel me. He couldn’t walk properly at all. According to Mary, Mr Rochester didn’t want to see anyone. The parlour looked gloomy. Pilot was still alive and was doing well. He demanded to know who I was. He wanted to feel me as I didn’t reveal who I was. He grabbed me. I was back to my master and I was delighted. I promised not to leave him again. I told him my uncle left me 5000 pounds. With this wealth, I didn’t have to rely on him for money. He appeared gloomy again. He said his soul demanded on me. Although he suggested marriage, I was only keen on being his nurse and didn’t want to be married. Mr Rochester thought that I wouldn’t be able to bear the sight of him. It was a joy to be with him. Everything I did seemed to console or revive him. He still feared that I wanted to leave him. I didn’t want to reveal too much and told him I would continue tomorrow. It was a bright sunny morning the next day and we went for a walk. The scenery was beautiful. I began my last narrative now. I told him about Moor House. Mr Rochester asked me about Mr Rivers. I told him the good points of Mr Rivers. Now, Mr Rochester started to feel jealous and thought I had liked him. Also, I related to him that Mr Rivers wanted me to marry him. He told me I could leave him now as my heart wasn’t with him. However, I refused to leave him. Now, I confessed that I didn’t love him one bit. A tear emerged from his cheek. Now, I agreed to marry him. I could take his weaknesses. He didn’t care about a grand wedding but wanted to be married to me soon. It was comforting that he wore a pearl necklace around his neck ever since I left in remembrance of me.

Reader, I married him. Mary blessed me and said that I made the right decision. Diana and Mary approved of my decision. Later, I visited Adele. I took care of her occasionally, as I had to devote time to Mr Rochester as well. She continued doing well in school and that made me happy. I have been married for 10 years now. After 2 years of marriage, his vision improved. He could see our first born. Mr Rivers headed to India and forged his own path.

Pulsation of the heart that beats in our separate bosoms; consequently, we are ever together. To be together is for us to be at once as free as in solitude, as gay as in company…All my confidence is bestowed on him, all his confidence is devoted to me; we are precisely suited in character – perfect concord is the result. – Jane Eyre

Mr Edward and I, then, are happy: and the more so, because those we most love are happy likewise. – Jane Eyre



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