"'Her very fingers!' he cried; 'her small, slight fingers! If so there must be more of her.' The muscular hand broke from my custody; my arm was seized, my shoulder—neck—waist—I was entwined and gathered to him. “'Is it Jane? What is it? This is her shape—this is her size—' “'And this her voice,' I added. 'She is all here: her heart, too. God bless you, sir! I am glad to be so near you again.' “'Jane Eyre!—Jane Eyre,' was all he said." - Jane Eyre
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