1 I nearly fell out of mine; it was like a shelf.
2 This was all the account I got from Mrs. Fairfax of her employer and mine.
3 You have done your duty in excluding, now let me do mine in admitting her.
4 He held out his hand; I gave him mine: he took it first in one, them in both his own.
5 A card of mine lay on the table; this being perceived, brought my name under discussion.
6 I did not wait to be ordered back to mine, but retreated unnoticed, as unnoticed I had left it.
7 Her face was near mine: I saw there was pity in it, and I felt sympathy in her hurried breathing.
8 Millions are condemned to a stiller doom than mine, and millions are in silent revolt against their lot.
9 Mrs. Reed looked up from her work; her eye settled on mine, her fingers at the same time suspended their nimble movements.
10 My fingers had fastened on her hand which lay outside the sheet: had she pressed mine kindly, I should at that moment have experienced true pleasure.
11 She stirred the fire, so that a ripple of light broke from the disturbed coal: the glare, however, as she sat, only threw her face into deeper shadow: mine, it illumined.
12 Probably those damp walls would soon have eased me of her charge: but to each villain his own vice; and mine is not a tendency to indirect assassination, even of what I most hate.
13 Now, mine continually rove away; when I should be listening to Miss Scatcherd, and collecting all she says with assiduity, often I lose the very sound of her voice; I fall into a sort of dream.
14 Ere I had gathered my wits, the classes were again seated: but as all eyes were now turned to one point, mine followed the general direction, and encountered the personage who had received me last night.
15 A child cannot quarrel with its elders, as I had done; cannot give its furious feelings uncontrolled play, as I had given mine, without experiencing afterwards the pang of remorse and the chill of reaction.
16 He smiled; and I thought his smile was such as a sultan might, in a blissful and fond moment, bestow on a slave his gold and gems had enriched: I crushed his hand, which was ever hunting mine, vigorously, and thrust it back to him red with the passionate pressure.
17 If the man who had but one little ewe lamb that was dear to him as a daughter, that ate of his bread and drank of his cup, and lay in his bosom, had by some mistake slaughtered it at the shambles, he would not have rued his bloody blunder more than I now rue mine.
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