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1  I did not cry so as to be heard, however; I avoided sobbing.
Jane Eyre By Charlotte Bronte
ContextHighlight   In CHAPTER XXIII
2  They ran to and fro; they crowded together: some sobbed, some stumbled: the confusion was inextricable.
Jane Eyre By Charlotte Bronte
ContextHighlight   In CHAPTER XX
3  St. John called me to his side to read; in attempting to do this my voice failed me: words were lost in sobs.
Jane Eyre By Charlotte Bronte
ContextHighlight   In CHAPTER XXXIV
4  Having stifled my sobs, wiped my eyes, and muttered something about not being very well that morning, I resumed my task, and succeeded in completing it.
Jane Eyre By Charlotte Bronte
ContextHighlight   In CHAPTER XXXIV
5  Now and then, in passing a casement, you glanced out at the thick-falling snow; you listened to the sobbing wind, and again you paced gently on and dreamed.
Jane Eyre By Charlotte Bronte
ContextHighlight   In CHAPTER XXVII
6  Bessie and Abbot having retreated, Mrs. Reed, impatient of my now frantic anguish and wild sobs, abruptly thrust me back and locked me in, without farther parley.
Jane Eyre By Charlotte Bronte
ContextHighlight   In CHAPTER II
7  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.
Jane Eyre By Charlotte Bronte
ContextHighlight   In CHAPTER XXIII
8  I wiped my tears and hushed my sobs, fearful lest any sign of violent grief might waken a preternatural voice to comfort me, or elicit from the gloom some haloed face, bending over me with strange pity.
Jane Eyre By Charlotte Bronte
ContextHighlight   In CHAPTER II