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"
Jane
Eyre
!
--
Jane
Eyre
,
"
was
all
he
said
.
"
My
dear
master
,
"
I
answered
,
"
I
am
Jane
Eyre
:
I
have
found
you
out
--
I
am
come
back
to
you
.
"
"
In
truth
?
--
in
the
flesh
?
My
living
Jane
?
"
"
You
touch
me
,
sir
,
--
you
hold
me
,
and
fast
enough
:
I
am
not
cold
like
a
corpse
,
nor
vacant
like
air
,
am
I
?
"
"
My
living
darling
!
These
are
certainly
her
limbs
,
and
these
her
features
;
but
I
can
not
be
so
blest
,
after
all
my
misery
.
It
is
a
dream
;
such
dreams
as
I
have
had
at
night
when
I
have
clasped
her
once
more
to
my
heart
,
as
I
do
now
;
and
kissed
her
,
as
thus
--
and
felt
that
she
loved
me
,
and
trusted
that
she
would
not
leave
me
.
"
"
Which
I
never
will
,
sir
,
from
this
day
.
"
"
Never
will
,
says
the
vision
?
But
I
always
woke
and
found
it
an
empty
mockery
;
and
I
was
desolate
and
abandoned
--
my
life
dark
,
lonely
,
hopeless
--
my
soul
athirst
and
forbidden
to
drink
--
my
heart
famished
and
never
to
be
fed
.
Gentle
,
soft
dream
,
nestling
in
my
arms
now
,
you
will
fly
,
too
,
as
your
sisters
have
all
fled
before
you
:
but
kiss
me
before
you
go
--
embrace
me
,
Jane
.
"
"
There
,
sir
--
and
there
!
"
'
I
pressed
my
lips
to
his
once
brilliant
and
now
rayless
eyes
--
I
swept
his
hair
from
his
brow
,
and
kissed
that
too
.
He
suddenly
seemed
to
arouse
himself
:
the
conviction
of
the
reality
of
all
this
seized
him
.
