1 I lay faint, longing to be dead.
2 Mr. Reed is dead, and his wife cast me off.
3 My uncle is dead, and he left me to her care.
4 He thought his love slept sweetly: he finds she is stone dead.
5 I had long had the impression that since I could nowhere find you, you must be dead.
6 I shall not stay long at Morton, now that my father is dead, and that I am my own master.
7 My very soul demands you: it will be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame.
8 You thought you were as dead as a herring two hours since, and you are all alive and talking now.
9 Before two years passed, the rash pair were both dead, and laid quietly side by side under one slab.
10 The fire broke out at dead of night, and before the engines arrived from Millcote, the building was one mass of flame.
11 I wrote to him; I said I was sorry for his disappointment, but Jane Eyre was dead: she had died of typhus fever at Lowood.
12 Missis refused: her means have long been much reduced by his extravagance; so he went back again, and the next news was that he was dead.
13 I know poetry is not dead, nor genius lost; nor has Mammon gained power over either, to bind or slay: they will both assert their existence, their presence, their liberty and strength again one day.
14 Were I not morally certain that your uncle will be dead ere you reach Madeira, I would advise you to accompany Mr. Mason back; but as it is, I think you had better remain in England till you can hear further, either from or of Mr. Eyre.
15 A frequent interlude of these performances was the enactment of the part of Eutychus by some half-dozen of little girls, who, overpowered with sleep, would fall down, if not out of the third loft, yet off the fourth form, and be taken up half dead.