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Jane: I am not deceitful: if I were, I should say I loved you; but I declare I do not love you: I dislike you the worst of anybody in the world except John Reed; and this book about the liar, you may give it to your girl, Georgiana, for it is she who tells lies, and not I.
Not only that, but she earlier tells Mrs. Reed that no matter what she says or does now, her actions will be judged for what they really are, and in doing so actually scares her.
Jane: What would uncle Reed say to you, if he were still alive?
Mrs. Reed:(under her breath) What?
Jane: My uncle Reed is in heaven, and can see all you do and think; and so can papa and mama: they know how you shut me up all day long, and how you wish me dead.
When temptation - to just give in and live in sin with Rochester - comes knocking it whispers seductively 'Nobody cares about you.' To which Jane makes the spirited answer "I care for myself!" Society's opinion is not the issue, her opinion of herself is and Jane Eyre is no man's sex toy.