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In Mr. Rochester's garden at night.
Rochester: Still awake ?
Jane: I could not sleep until I knew you were safe. How is Mr. Mason ?
Rochester: He will be all right. He is with the doctor.
Jane: And the danger you thought were in last night ?ls that past ?
Rochester: I can't vouch for that until Mason is Out of England, which will be soon, I hope.
Jane: He did not seem a man willfulfy to injure you.
Rochester: No. But unintentionally he might. Sit down.
Jane: And what of Grace Poor ?Why do you keep her on here ?
Rochestor: I have no choice.
Jane: But sure you do...
Rochester: Stay with me for a while. Don 't press me for answering that. I count on you more than you know. Advise me, Jane. I'II put a case to you of a boy, a young man, spoiled and indulged from youth to commit a capital error. I don't say crime but error. The consequences are dreadful. The only escape is exile and sense of pleasure. And then he meets a woman. A fine woman with qualities he has never met in 20 years. He has a chance of living like a human being again. Only convention stands in the way. Can he ask her to defy it ?
Jane: You talk of yourself, Mr. Rochester.
Jane: We are each responsible to God for our actions, and I don 't think we could ask God to share the burdens, least of atl, Miss Ingram.
Rochester: Don 't you think if I married her, she would regenerate me with a vengeance ?
Jane: Since you ask me, sir, no, I do not.
Rochester: You do not like her. You can be honest.
Jane: I don 't think she is for you.
Rochester: Presumptions. And who is for me then ? Have you seen someone you can recommend ? You have grown attached to Thornfield ?
Jane: l've been happy here.
Rochester: Would it grieve you to leave it ?
Jane: Leave it .
Rochester: When I am married, I shall nor want to live here.
Jane: Of course Adel will go to school, : will find another post. I must go in, sir. lm cold.
Jane: Please let me go.
Jane: Let me go.
Jane: Why do you confide in me like this ? What are you and she to me ? You think that because l'm poor and plain, I have no feelings ?
I promise you, if God had gifted me with wealth and beauty, I would make it as hard for you to laave me now as it is for me to leave you.
But he did not. But my spirit can address yours, as if both have passed through the grave and stood before heaven equal.
Jane: Let me go, sir.
Rochester: I Iove you. I love you!
Jane: No, don't make me foolish.
Rochester: Foolish ? I need you. What's Blanch to me ? I know what I arn to her. MonrY to manure her father's land with. Marry rne, Jane. Say you marry me.
Jane: t want to read your face !
Rochester: You torture me with your doubts. Say yes, say yes. ( He takes her into his arms and kisses her. ) God forgive me. And let no men meddle with me. She is mine. Mine.