What love has she for me?
None: as I have taken pains to prove: I caused a rumour to reach her that my fortune was not a third of what was supposed, and after that I presented myself to see the result; it was coldness both from her and her mother.

I would not--I could not--marry Miss Ingram.

You--you strange, you almost unearthly thing!--I love as my own flesh.

You--poor and obscure, and small and plain as you are--I entreat to accept me as a husband." "What, me!" I ejaculated, beginning in his earnestness--and especially in his incivility--to credit his sincerity: "me who have not a friend in the world but you--if you are my friend: not a shilling but what you have given me ?" "You, Jane, I must have you for my own--entirely my own.

Will you be mine?
Say yes, quickly." "Mr.Rochester, let me look at your face: turn to the moonlight." "Why ?" "Because I want to read your countenance--turn!" "There! you will find it scarcely more legible than a crumpled, scratched page.