Be not far from me, for trouble is near: there is none to help.

My nerves vibrated to those low-spoken words as they had never vibrated to thunder—my blood felt their subtle violence as it had never felt frost or fire; but I was collected, and in no danger of swooning.

"Friends always forget those whom fortune forsakes," I murmured, as I undrew the bolt and passed out.

Sir, your wife is living: that is a fact acknowledged this morning by yourself. If I lived with you as you desire, I should then be your mistress: to say otherwise is sophistical—is false.

All is changed about me, sir; I must change too—there is no doubt of that; and to avoid fluctuations of feeling, and continual combats with recollections and associations, there is only one way—Adèle must have a new governess, sir.

Jane, you shall not stay here, nor will I. I was wrong ever to bring you to Thornfield Hall, knowing as I did how it was haunted.

"Farewell!" was the cry of my heart as I left him. Despair added, "Farewell for ever!"

At any rate, there is neither room nor claim for me, sir.

Your pity, my darling, is the suffering mother of love: its anguish is the very natal pang of the divine passion.

Gentle reader, may you never feel what I then felt! May your eyes never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears as poured from mine.