1 Increase of knowledge only discovered to me more clearly what a wretched outcast I was.
2 I traversed the streets without any clear conception of where I was or what I was doing.
3 It was on a clear morning, in the latter days of December, that I first saw the white cliffs of Britain.
4 I gradually saw plainly the clear stream that supplied me with drink and the trees that shaded me with their foliage.
5 Melancholy followed, but by degrees I gained a clear conception of my miseries and situation and was then released from my prison.
6 In a thousand ways he smoothed for me the path of knowledge and made the most abstruse inquiries clear and facile to my apprehension.
7 It was situated against the back of the cottage and surrounded on the sides which were exposed by a pig sty and a clear pool of water.
8 Look also at the innumerable fish that are swimming in the clear waters, where we can distinguish every pebble that lies at the bottom.
9 When I returned, as often as it was necessary, I cleared their path from the snow and performed those offices that I had seen done by Felix.
10 About two o'clock the mist cleared away, and we beheld, stretched out in every direction, vast and irregular plains of ice, which seemed to have no end.
11 I had before regarded my promise with a gloomy despair as a thing that, with whatever consequences, must be fulfilled; but I now felt as if a film had been taken from before my eyes and that I for the first time saw clearly.
12 At one time the moon, which had before been clear, was suddenly overspread by a thick cloud, and I took advantage of the moment of darkness and cast my basket into the sea; I listened to the gurgling sound as it sank and then sailed away from the spot.
13 I believe it to be an intuitive discernment, a quick but never-failing power of judgment, a penetration into the causes of things, unequalled for clearness and precision; add to this a facility of expression and a voice whose varied intonations are soul-subduing music.
14 Early in the morning, before she had risen, he cleared away the snow that obstructed her path to the milk-house, drew water from the well, and brought the wood from the outhouse, where, to his perpetual astonishment, he found his store always replenished by an invisible hand.
15 Her brow was clear and ample, her blue eyes cloudless, and her lips and the moulding of her face so expressive of sensibility and sweetness that none could behold her without looking on her as of a distinct species, a being heaven-sent, and bearing a celestial stamp in all her features.