MY BRIDE! WHAT BRIDE? I HAVE NO BRIDE!

TO LIVE, FOR ME, JANE, IS TO STAND ON A CRATER-CRUST WHICH MAY CRACK AND SPUE FIRE ANY DAY.
ON THIS ARM,  I HAVE NEITHER HAND NOR NAILS. IT IS A MERE STUMP—A GHASTLY SIGHT! DON’T YOU THINK SO, JANE? It is a pity to see it; and a pity to see your eyes—and the scar of fire on your forehead: and the worst of it is, one is in danger of loving you too well for all this; and making too much of you. I THOUGHT YOU WOULD BE REVOLTED, JANE, WHEN YOU SAW MY ARM, AND MY CICATRISED VISAGE.

ON THIS ARM,  I HAVE NEITHER HAND NOR NAILS. IT IS A MERE STUMP—A GHASTLY SIGHT! DON’T YOU THINK SO, JANE?

It is a pity to see it; and a pity to see your eyes—and the scar of fire on your forehead: and the worst of it is, one is in danger of loving you too well for all this; and making too much of you.

I THOUGHT YOU WOULD BE REVOLTED, JANE, WHEN YOU SAW MY ARM, AND MY CICATRISED VISAGE.

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    jane eyre that i actually don’t mind watching.
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