Jane Eyre

she said I looked ill, and wished to accompany me to the sea-side.

At last, having held a document before her glasses for nearly five minutes, she presented it across the counter, accompanying the act by another inquisitive and mistrustful glance — it was for J.E. "Is there only one?"†

I wished to see whether her appearance accorded with Mrs. Fairfax's description;

Shake me off, then, sir, — push me away, for I'll not leave you of my own accord.

...every privilege, every attention shall be yours that I would accord a peer's daughter, if about to marry her.

I have refused to marry him — And have consequently displeased him?

I ought to have replied that it was not easy to give an impromptu answer to a question about appearances; that tastes mostly differ; and that beauty is of little consequence, or something of that sort.

"You live just below — do you mean at that house with the battlements?" pointing to Thornfield Hall, on which the moon cast a hoary gleam, bringing it out distinct and pale from the woods that, by contrast with the western sky, now seemed one mass of shadow.

The picture you have just drawn is suggestive of a rather too overwhelming contrast.†

My fixed desire was to seek and find a good and intelligent woman, whom I could love: a contrast to the fury I left at Thornfield —†

It is enough, sir: as much good-will may be conveyed in one hearty word as in many.†

Have you any sort of conveyance?†

"Write to Diana and Mary to-morrow," I said, "and tell them to come home directly."†

"How is Mrs. Reed?" I asked soon, looking calmly at Georgiana, who thought fit to bridle at the direct address, as if it were an unexpected liberty.†

I asked, knowing, of course, what the answer would be, but yet desirous of deferring the direct question as to where he really was.†

God directed me to a correct choice: I thank His providence for the guidance!†

After breakfast, Adele and I withdrew to the library, which room, it appears, Mr. Rochester had directed should be used as the schoolroom.†

While Mr. Rochester and the other gentlemen directed these alterations, the ladies were running up and down stairs ringing for their maids.†

One gleam of light lifted into relief a half-submerged mast, on which sat a cormorant, dark and large, with wings flecked with foam; its beak held a gold bracelet set with gems, that I had touched with as brilliant tints as my palette could yield, and as glittering distinctness as my pencil could impart.

In listening, I sobbed convulsively; for I could repress what I endured no longer; I was obliged to yield, and I was shaken from head to foot with acute distress.