1 The cry died, and was not renewed.
2 By dying young, I shall escape great sufferings.
3 Those words did not die inarticulate on your lips.
4 In all likelihood, though, I should die before morning.
5 The one candle was dying out: the room was full of moonlight.
6 I considered; my life was so wretched, it must be changed, or I must die.
7 He moaned so, and looked so weak, wild, and lost, I feared he was dying; and I might not even speak to him.
8 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.
9 We all must die one day, and the illness which is removing me is not painful; it is gentle and gradual: my mind is at rest.
10 It is as well I should ease my mind before I die: what we think little of in health, burdens us at such an hour as the present is to me.
11 In his last illness, he had it brought continually to his bedside; and but an hour before he died, he bound me by vow to keep the creature.
12 Many, already smitten, went home only to die: some died at the school, and were buried quietly and quickly, the nature of the malady forbidding delay.
13 Many, already smitten, went home only to die: some died at the school, and were buried quietly and quickly, the nature of the malady forbidding delay.
14 I found the sick-room unwatched, as I had expected: no nurse was there; the patient lay still, and seemingly lethargic; her livid face sunk in the pillows: the fire was dying in the grate.
15 Men and women die; philosophers falter in wisdom, and Christians in goodness: if any one you know has suffered and erred, let him look higher than his equals for strength to amend and solace to heal.
16 I bethought myself to go upstairs and see how the dying woman sped, who lay there almost unheeded: the very servants paid her but a remittent attention: the hired nurse, being little looked after, would slip out of the room whenever she could.
17 The two girls, on whom, kneeling down on the wet ground, and looking through the low, latticed window of Moor House kitchen, I had gazed with so bitter a mixture of interest and despair, were my near kinswomen; and the young and stately gentleman who had found me almost dying at his threshold was my blood relation.
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