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head to foot with acute distress. When I did speak, it was only to
express an impetuous wish that I had never been born, or never come to
Thornfield.
'Because you are sorry to leave it?'
The vehemence of emotion, stirred by grief and love within me,
was claiming mastery, and struggling for full sway, and asserting a
right to predominate, to overcome, to live, rise, and reign at last:
yes,- and to speak.
'I grieve to leave Thornfield: I love Thornfield:- I love it,
because I have lived in it a full and delightful life,- momentarily at
least. I have not been trampled on. I have not been petrified.
I have not been buried with inferior minds, and excluded from every
glimpse of communion with what is bright and energetic and high. I
have talked, face to face, with what I reverence, with what I
delight in,- with an original, a vigorous, an expanded mind. I have
known you, Mr. Rochester; and it strikes me with terror and anguish to
feel I absolutely must be torn from you for ever. I see the
necessity of departure; and it is like looking on the necessity of
death.'