From England and from Thornfield.

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

And then she set fire to Thornfield.

It is a beautiful place, your Thornfield.

Then I brought her back to England, to Thornfield.

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

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

I was thinking about having to leave Thornfield.

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

Would I have come if you couldn't? Heh, that's a very nice point.

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

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

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

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

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?

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