1 Mr. Rochester stood in the gallery holding a light.
2 Still holding me fast, he left the church: the three gentlemen came after.
3 I mean, that human affections and sympathies have a most powerful hold on you.
4 Some hated thought seemed to have him in its grip, and to hold him so tightly that he could not advance.
5 All their class held these principles: I supposed, then, they had reasons for holding them such as I could not fathom.
6 He passed on and ascended the stairs, still holding my hand, and still beckoning the gentlemen to follow him, which they did.
7 Jealousy had got hold of him: she stung him; but the sting was salutary: it gave him respite from the gnawing fang of melancholy.
8 Pain, shame, ire, impatience, disgust, detestation, seemed momentarily to hold a quivering conflict in the large pupil dilating under his ebon eyebrow.
9 I gave her a shilling: she put it into an old stocking-foot which she took out of her pocket, and having tied it round and returned it, she told me to hold out my hand.
10 My attention was now called off by Miss Smith desiring me to hold a skein of thread: while she was winding it, she talked to me from time to time, asking whether I had ever been at school before, whether I could mark, stitch, knit, &c.
11 Her plans required all her time and attention, she said; she was about to depart for some unknown bourne; and all day long she stayed in her own room, her door bolted within, filling trunks, emptying drawers, burning papers, and holding no communication with any one.