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Rochester: Sometimes I have a queer feeling with regard to you, Jane. Especially when youre near me as now. As if I had a string somewhere under my left rib. Tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in a corresponding corner of your little frame. And if we should have to be parted, that cord of communion would be snapped. Kind of a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, youd forget me. Jane: That I never will, sir. You know that. I see the necessity of going,but its like looking on the necessity of death. Rochester: Where do you see that necessity? Jane: In your bride. Rochester: What bride? I have no bride. Jane: But you will have! Rochester: Yes, I will. I will. Jane: You think I could stay here to become nothing to you? Do you think because Im poor and obscure and plain that Im soulless and heartless? I have as much soul as you and fully as much heart. And if God had gifted me with wealth and beauty, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me as it is now for me to leave you. There, Ive spoken my heart, now let me go. Rochester: Jane. Jane... you strange almost unearthly thing. It is you that I love as my own flesh. Jane: Dont mock... Rochester: Im over with Blanche. Its you I want. Answer me, Jane, quickly | 
