... your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God's feet, equal, as we are!" "As we are!" repeated Mr. Rochester "so," he added, ... reached me. "My bride is here," he said, again drawing me to him, "because my equal is here, and my likeness. Jane, will you marry me?" Still I did not answer, and still ... struck by lightning in the night, and half of it split away. JANE EYRE CHARLOTTE BRONTE Chapter 23 A splendid Midsummer shone over England: skies so pure, suns so radiant as were then...