From England and from Thornfield.

Why, the owner of Thornfield, of course.

Hope you'll be happy here at Thornfield.

It is a beautiful place, your Thornfield.

And then she set fire to Thornfield.

Yes, I'm Miss Eyre. Are you from Thornfield?

I was thinking about having to leave Thornfield.

She's living at Thornfield. I've seen her there myself.

Then I brought her back to England, to Thornfield.

I think that's why he so seldom comes to Thornfield.

Back to England I rode again, in sight of Thornfield.

Thornfield belongs to Mr. Edward Rochester, and little Adele is his ward.

But Thornfield would always be there as a retreat from the world.

Could you tell me if there's anyone here... from Mrs. Fairfax at Thornfield Hall?

What sort of man was this master of Thornfield... so proud, sardonic and harsh?

Writes to me as the person who you gave as reference... when you went to Thornfield.

Edward Rochester of Thornfield Hall was married to Bertha Mason... at St. Mary's Church, Spanish Town, Jamaica.

All my doubts, and all the grim shadows that hung over Thornfield seemed to vanish... shattered like the riven chestnuttree.