Everyone Else Is Just Cocktails.

Even For Me Life Had Its Gleams Of Sunshine.

I Smiled: I Thought To Myself Mr. Rochester Is Peculiar — He Seems To Forget That He Pays Me £30 Per Annum For Receiving His Orders. "the Smile Is Very Well," Said He, Catching Instantly The Passing Expression; "but Speak Too." "i Was Thinking, Sir, That Very Few Masters Would Trouble Themselves To Inquire Whether Or Not Their Paid Subordinates Were Piqued And Hurt By Their Orders.

I Ask You To Pass Through Life At My Side—to Be My Second Self, And Best Earthly Companion.

I Can But Die... And I Believe In God. Let Me Try And Wait His Will In Silence.

I Stood Lonely Enough, But To That Feeling Of Isolation I Was Accustomed: It Did Not Oppress Me Much.