1 He comes in last: I am not looking at the arch, yet I see him enter.
2 I am not brutally selfish, blindly unjust, or fiendishly ungrateful.
3 He is not like you, sir: I am not happy at his side, nor near him, nor with him.
4 Reader, though I look comfortably accommodated, I am not very tranquil in my mind.
5 I am not under the slightest obligation to go to India, especially with strangers.
6 As to the new existence, it is all right: you shall yet be my wife: I am not married.
7 But, in my opinion, if I am not formed for love, it follows that I am not formed for marriage.
8 Nature meant me to be, on the whole, a good man, Miss Eyre; one of the better kind, and you see I am not so.
9 There was a smile on his lips, and his eyes sparkled, whether with wine or not, I am not sure; but I think it very probable.
10 When you came on me in Hay Lane last night, I thought unaccountably of fairy tales, and had half a mind to demand whether you had bewitched my horse: I am not sure yet.
11 I am not going out under human guidance, subject to the defective laws and erring control of my feeble fellow-worms: my king, my lawgiver, my captain, is the All-perfect.
12 He has maintained a regular, though not frequent, correspondence ever since: he hopes I am happy, and trusts I am not of those who live without God in the world, and only mind earthly things.