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Jane Eyre
Legacy Name: Jane Eyre

The

Common Neela
Owner:

usagi

Age: 14 years, 3 months

Born: February 9th, 2010

Adopted: 10 years, 3 months, 4 days ago

Adopted: February 5th, 2014

Statistics

Level: 40
Strength: 100
Defense: 100
Speed: 98
Health: 101
HP: 101/101
Intelligence: 184
Books Read: 178
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Lead Librarian

Do you know, Jane Eyre, where the wicked go after death?

She has a heart of spite. I'm sorry to say that her worst fault is that of deceit. This is the pedestal of infamy, and you will remain on it all day long. You will have neither food nor drink for you must learn how barren is the life of a sinner. Children, I exhort you to shun her, exclude her, shut her out from this day forth. Withhold the hand of friendship and deny your love to Jane Eyre, the liar.

I see at intervals the glance of a curious sort of bird through the close-set bars of a cage: a vivid, restless, resolute captive is there; were it but free it would soar cloud high.

I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you, especially when you are near me as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs. Tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in a corresponding quarter of your little frame and if that boisterous channel and two hundred miles or so of land some broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt, and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly.

I am asking what Jane Eyre would do to secure my happiness.
I would do anything for you, sir. Anything that was right.
You transfix me quite.

Do you think I am an automaton? - a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? 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! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you.

I am no bird and no net ensnares me. I am a free human being with an independent will, which I now exert to leave you.

My bride is here, he said, again drawing me to him, because my equal is here, and my likeness.

Am I a monster? Is it so impossible that Mr. Rochester should love me?
No. I have long noticed you were a sort of pet of his. But you're so young and you're so little acquainted with men. I don't want to grieve you child, but let me just put you on your guard. Gentlemen in his position, well let's just say, they're not accustomed to marry their governesses. Until you are wed, distrust yourself as well as him. Please, keep him at a distance.

I am real enough.
You, sir, are the most phantom-like of all.

If you were mad, do you think I should hate you? Then you are mistaken, and you know nothing about me, and nothing about the sort of love of which I am capable. 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 straight waistcoat -- your grasp, even in fury, would have a charm for me: if you flew at me as wildly as that woman did this morning, I should receive you in an embrace, at least as fond as it would be restrictive. I should not shrink from you in disgust as I did from her: in your quiet moments you should have no watcher and no nurse but me; and I could hang over you with untiring tenderness, though you gave me no smile in return; and never weary of gazing into your eyes, though they had no longer a ray of recognition for me.

You would rather drive me to madness than break some mere human law.
I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself. I will keep the law given by God; sanctioned by man. 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? They have a worth so I have always believed; and if I cannot believe it now, it is because I am insane, quite insane: with my veins running fire, and my heart beating faster than I can count its throbs. Preconceived opinions, foregone determinations, are all I have at this hour to stand by: there I plant my foot.
I could bend you with my finger and my thumb, but whatever I do with this cage I cannot get at you and it is your soul that I want.
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. May you never appeal to Heaven in prayers so hopeless and so agonised as in that hour left my lips; for never may you, like me, dread to be the instrument of evil to what you wholly love.

To marry you would kill me.
Kill you? Kill you? Those words are unfeminine and untrue.

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