Neither Birth Nor Sex Forms

Because When She Failed, I Saw How She Might Have Succeeded. Arrows That Continually Glanced Off From Mr. Rochester's Breast And Fell Harmless At His Feet, Might, I Knew, If Shot By A Surer Hand, Have Quivered Keen In His Proud Heart - Have Called Love Into His Stern Eye, And Softness Into His Sardonic Face, Or Better Still, Without Weapons A Silent Conquest Might Have Been Won.

You Mocking Changeling- Fairy-born And Human-bred!

Mr. Rochester, I No More Assign This Fate To You Than I Grasp At It For Myself. We Were Born To Strive And Endure - You As Well As I: Do So. You Will Forget Me Before I Forget You.

Shake Me Off, Then, Sir--push Me Away; For I'll Not Leave You Of My Own Accord.

Good-night, My-" He Stopped, Bit His Lip, And Abruptly Left Me.