I see you are mortifying this girl's flesh.
Sir, she was not...
It is your mission to render her contrite and self-denying. Continue.
And you, girl.
This is the pedestal of infamy, and you will remain on it all day long. You will have neither food nor drink for you must know how barren is the life of a sinner. Children, I exhort you to shun her, exclude her, shut her out from this day forth. Withhold the hand of friendship and deny your love to Jane Eyre, the liar.