"I told you I was leaving!" I retorted, feeling impulsive. "Don't you think I'll stay and be a nobody to you? You think I'm a machine? -An emotionless machine? Can I tolerate others taking a bite of bread from my mouth and spilling a drop of water of life from my cup? Is it because I am poor, obscure, plain and small, so I have no soul and no heart? -There's nothing wrong with you? -My mind is as rich as you, and my heart is as full as you! If God gave me a little beauty and a lot of wealth, I would make you inseparable as you are now. I'm not talking to you according to customs, conventions or even flesh and blood, but my soul is talking to your soul, as if we were standing at God's feet through the grave, equal to each other-because our souls are equal!

Jane Eyre is an image of being uneasy about the status quo, unwilling to be humiliated, brave in struggle and pursuing equality and freedom. Here is a line drawing, language description.

John reid is a pupil aged 14, four years older than me, because I am only ten years old. Judging from his age, he is big and fat, but his skin color is gray-blue and morbid. Wide face, thick facial features, fat limbs and big hands and feet. I also like to overeat, and finally I have a bad temper, dull eyes and loose cheeks. He should have stayed at school these days, but his mother brought him back and stayed for a month or two, saying it was because he was "weak". But his teacher, Mr. Miles, asserted that everything would be fine if the family sent less cakes and sweets. Mothers hate such harsh words in their hearts and tend to have a more easygoing idea that John works too hard, perhaps because he is homesick, so his face is sallow.