Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre (№ 352906)

Would it not be better to resist the temptation to listen to the voice of passion and, abandoning the painful effort and struggle, to sleep among the flowers, in silk tenet and Wake up in the South of France, in a luxurious Villa, where I could live now in the position of the beloved Mr. Rochester, blissfully reveling in his love - because he'd loved, Oh, Yes, he loved me for a while.