Nor did I reflect that some herbs, "though scentless when entire, yield fragrance when they're bruised.

“I wait, with some impatience in my pulse, but no doubt in my breast.”

“I like the spirit of this great London which I feel around me. Who but a coward…”

“Some have won a wild delight,By daring wilder sorrow;Could I gain thy love to-n…”

“You never felt jealousy, did you, Miss Eyre? Of course not: I need not ask you;…”