Oh, the inter-class love! Oh, the horrible, wonderful angst! They're so awkward, and sweet and witty. And bitingly cynical.
C'mon. I'll say it if no one else will. We're all thinking it: Rochester must be such a kinky slut behind the bedcurtains. All that bottled up guilt and anger must make for interesting nights. Especially with the blindness. You know they say that the other senses compensate. Bet he likes to pull hair and bite! Rowrr.
Who says Victorians aren't any fun, huh? You just have to peel away the shiny, well-coiffed surface...and the smut abounds!