“I ejaculated, beginning in his earnestness—and especially in his incivility—to credit his sincerity: «me who have not a friend in the world but you—if you are my friend: not a shilling but what you have given me?» «You, Jane, I must have you for my own—entirely my own.
Will you be mine? Say yes, quickly.»
«Mr. Rochester, let me look at your face: turn to the moonlight.»
«Because I want to read your countenance—turn!»