She is quiet yet outspoken. Shy and reserved yet self-confident and passionate. For a moment, she is thoroughly human and an absolute opposite of the stereotypical Victorian woman. She intrigues Rochester to no end, but yet she is still considered unequal to him despite their many similarities. Jane frequently proves herself to have thoughts and opinions just as powerful as any man’s, and yet, she continually refers to him as “master,” efficiently abolishing any hope for them to be seen as equals. Reluctantly, the reader must wave goodbye to the notion that she would be considered equal at this time, and perhaps figuring that the only reason Jane would even be considered to be on a man’s level in the 19th century is because a man himself almost dubbed her to be