Louisa staggered back a little. One step. Two steps. Three steps backward. Her vision suddenly blurred up at once. Her former courage had easily eluded her. What on earth had she done? How was she going to ever take it back? This was different; far different from the usual method she'd employ to trick Rochester's conscience and have him sympathise. Things were different now, this wasn't a game anymore. This was her life now. She was nothing more of a LIAR AND A CHEAT.
Louisa abandoned the wrestle in her soul; just for a minute, she did and darted her eyes over to him. That man. Innocent of all accusations. Her accusation. Seeing him shaken, broken, and scared caused her heart to thud a lot heavier. The guilt she was feeling was the kind that sank deep into her bones; drilling a void inside her soul— black as coal. It burned her core.
