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  • Delightful consciousness!
    Chapter 37 (40% in)
  • I was glad of it: I never liked long walks, especially on chilly afternoons: dreadful to me was the coming home in the raw twilight, with nipped fingers and toes, and a heart saddened by the chidings of Bessie, the nurse, and humbled by the consciousness of my physical inferiority to Eliza, John, and Georgiana Reed.
    Chapter 1 (6% in)
  • The fact is, I was a trifle beside myself; or rather OUT of myself, as the French would say: I was conscious that a moment's mutiny had already rendered me liable to strange penalties, and, like any other rebel slave, I felt resolved, in my desperation, to go all lengths.
    Chapter 2 (2% in)
  • I heard her sweeping away; and soon after she was gone, I suppose I had a species of fit: unconsciousness closed the scene.
    Chapter 2 (**% in)
  • I am sure most people would have thought him an ugly man; yet there was so much unconscious pride in his port; so much ease in his demeanour; such a look of complete indifference to his own external appearance; so haughty a reliance on the power of other qualities, intrinsic or adventitious, to atone for the lack of mere personal attractiveness, that, in looking at him, one inevitably shared the indifference, and, even in a blind, imperfect sense, put faith in the confidence.
    Chapter 14 (36% in)
  • She looked up, while I still gazed at her: no start, no increase or failure of colour betrayed emotion, consciousness of guilt, or fear of detection.
    Chapter 16 (11% in)
  • She again raised her eyes to me, and this time there was something of consciousness in their expression.
    Chapter 16 (15% in)
  • Again she looked at me; and with the same scrutinising and conscious eye.
    Chapter 16 (20% in)
  • Genius is said to be self-conscious.
    Chapter 17 (56% in)
  • I cannot tell whether Miss Ingram was a genius, but she was self-conscious — remarkably selfconscious indeed.
    Chapter 17 (56% in)
  • Yes; the future bridegroom, Mr. Rochester himself, exercised over his intended a ceaseless surveillance; and it was from this sagacity — this guardedness of his — this perfect, clear consciousness of his fair one's defects — this obvious absence of passion in his sentiments towards her, that my ever-torturing pain arose.
    Chapter 18 (34% in)
  • But as matters really stood, to watch Miss Ingram's efforts at fascinating Mr. Rochester, to witness their repeated failure — herself unconscious that they did fail; vainly fancying that each shaft launched hit the mark, and infatuatedly pluming herself on success, when her pride and self-complacency repelled further and further what she wished to allure — to witness THIS, was to be at once under ceaseless excitation and ruthless restraint.
    Chapter 18 (38% in)
  • She began muttering, — "The flame flickers in the eye; the eye shines like dew; it looks soft and full of feeling; it smiles at my jargon: it is susceptible; impression follows impression through its clear sphere; where it ceases to smile, it is sad; an unconscious lassitude weighs on the lid: that signifies melancholy resulting from loneliness.
    Chapter 19 (53% in)
  • I followed with lagging step, and thoughts busily bent on discovering a means of extrication; but he himself looked so composed and so grave also, I became ashamed of feeling any confusion: the evil — if evil existent or prospective there was — seemed to lie with me only; his mind was unconscious and quiet.
    Chapter 23 (25% in)
  • I continued also the wish to be with you, and experienced a strange, regretful consciousness of some barrier dividing us.
    Chapter 25 (58% in)
  • I was aware her lurid visage flamed over mine, and I lost consciousness: for the second time in my life — only the second time — I became insensible from terror.
    Chapter 25 (81% in)
  • The whole consciousness of my life lorn, my love lost, my hope quenched, my faith death-struck, swayed full and mighty above me in one sullen mass.
    Chapter 26 (99% in)
  • The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter — often an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreter — in the eye.
    Chapter 27 (83% in)
  • I felt sorely urged to weep; but conscious how unseasonable such a manifestation would be, I restrained it.
    Chapter 28 (26% in)
  • I drew near houses; I left them, and came back again, and again I wandered away: always repelled by the consciousness of having no claim to ask — no right to expect interest in my isolated lot.
    Chapter 28 (35% in)
  • Presently I stood within that clean, bright kitchen — on the very hearth — trembling, sickening; conscious of an aspect in the last degree ghastly, wild, and weather-beaten.
    Chapter 28 (90% in)
  • "It is strange," pursued he, "that while I love Rosamond Oliver so wildly — with all the intensity, indeed, of a first passion, the object of which is exquisitely beautiful, graceful, fascinating — I experience at the same time a calm, unwarped consciousness that she would not make me a good wife; that she is not the partner suited to me; that I should discover this within a year after marriage; and that to twelve months' rapture would succeed a lifetime of regret.
    Chapter 32 (75% in)
  • My task was a very hard one; but, as I was absolutely resolved — as my cousins saw at length that my mind was really and immutably fixed on making a just division of the property — as they must in their own hearts have felt the equity of the intention; and must, besides, have been innately conscious that in my place they would have done precisely what I wished to do — they yielded at length so far as to consent to put the affair to arbitration.
    Chapter 33 (99% in)
  • I had long felt with pleasure that many of my rustic scholars liked me, and when we parted, that consciousness was confirmed: they manifested their affection plainly and strongly.
    Chapter 34 (1% in)
  • Does not the consciousness of having done some real good in your day and generation give pleasure?
    Chapter 34 (3% in)
  • Can I bear the consciousness that every endearment he bestows is a sacrifice made on principle?
    Chapter 34 (76% in)
  • So I think at this hour, when I look back to the crisis through the quiet medium of time: I was unconscious of folly at the instant.
    Chapter 35 (81% in)
  • You no doubt were, at that hour, in unconscious sleep, Jane: perhaps your soul wandered from its cell to comfort mine; for those were your accents — as certain as I live — they were yours!
    Chapter 37 (96% in)

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