Rochester:
[after Jane and Mr. Rochester have put out a fire that was set to his bed]
Say nothing about this. You are no talking fool.
Jane Eyre:
But...
Rochester:
I'll account for the state of affairs. Say nothing.
Jane Eyre:
Yes, sir.
Rochester:
Is that how you would leave me? Jane, fire is a horrible death. You've saved my life. Don't walk past me as if we were strangers.
Jane Eyre:
What am I to do, then?
[Rochester offers his hand, which she hesitates before taking. He covers her hand with his and draws closer]
Rochester:
I have a pleasure in owing you my life.
Jane Eyre:
There is no debt.
Rochester:
I knew you would do me good in some way. I saw it in your eyes when I first beheld you. Their expression did not strike my very inmost being so for nothing. People talk of natural sympathies. You...
Jane Eyre:
Good night then, sir.
Rochester:
You will leave me, then.
Jane Eyre:
I am cold.
Rochester:
Go.
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