1 "Once more," said the man, staring at me.
2 Once more, the mists were rising as I walked away.
3 Once more, I stammered with difficulty that I had no objection.
4 Once received, it is a haunting idea; how many undesigning persons I suspected of watching me, it would be hard to calculate.
5 Once, I had been taken to see some ghastly waxwork at the Fair, representing I know not what impossible personage lying in state.
6 Once more, he took me by both hands and surveyed me with an air of admiring proprietorship: smoking with great complacency all the while.
7 Once, it had seemed to me that when I should at last roll up my shirt-sleeves and go into the forge, Joe's 'prentice, I should be distinguished and happy.'
8 Once, I had been taken to one of our old marsh churches to see a skeleton in the ashes of a rich dress that had been dug out of a vault under the church pavement.
9 Once for all; I loved her none the less because I knew it, and it had no more influence in restraining me than if I had devoutly believed her to be human perfection.
10 Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.
11 Once, I actually did start out of bed in the night, and begin to dress myself in my worst clothes, hurriedly intending to leave him there with everything else I possessed, and enlist for India as a private soldier.