Rochester: I could not unlove
him now, merely because I found that he had ceased to notice me--because I might pass hours in his presence, and he would never once turn his eyes in my direction--because I saw all his attentions appropriated by a great lady, who scorned to touch me with the hem of her robes as she passed; who, if ever her dark and imperious eye fell on me by chance, would withdraw it instantly as from an object too mean to merit observation.
Although she has tried to forget, hoping to be able to unlove
, Vassiliki finds herself unable to either hope or forgive, paralyzed under the weight of self-destructive passion: "Wretch, I don't want the freedom you are giving me," she cries to her absent lover.
How We Unlove
Our Heroes': Consider how we unlove