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.

“My dear master,” I answered, “I am Jane Eyre: I have found you out — I am come back to you.”

“In truth? — in the flesh? My living Jane?”

“You touch me, sir, — you hold me, and fast enough: I am not cold like a corpse, nor vacant like air, am I?”

“My living darling!

These are certainly her limbs, and these her features; but I cannot be so blest, after all my misery. It is a dream; such dreams as I have had at night when I have clasped her once more to my heart, as I do now; and kissed her, as thus —