To Prolong Doubt Was To Prolong Hope.

You Have Rather The Look Of Another World. I Marvelled Where You Had Got That Sort Of Face.

God Did Not Give Me My Life To Throw It Away.

The City Seems So Much More In Earnest: Its Business, Its Rush, Its Roar Are Such Serious Things, Sights And Sounds. The City Is Getting Its Living - The West-end But Enjoying Its Pleasure.

Little Jane's Love Would Have Been My Best Reward, Without It, My Heart Is Broken.

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.