1 I must pay a visit to the second storey.
2 These eyes in the Evening Star you must have seen in a dream.
3 Impossible now to remain longer by myself: I must go to Mrs. Fairfax.
4 I think I must admit so fair a guest when it asks entrance to my heart.
5 My look or something else must have struck her as offensive, for she spoke with extreme though suppressed irritation.
6 Mary Ann remarked that she supposed some one must be very ill, as Mr. Bates had been sent for at that time of the evening.
7 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.
8 While he is so occupied, I will tell you, reader, what they are: and first, I must premise that they are nothing wonderful.
9 The next day she laid the affair before Mr. Brocklehurst, who said that Mrs. Reed must be written to, as she was my natural guardian.
10 It is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquillity: they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it.
11 Next day new steps were to be taken; my plans could no longer be confined to my own breast; I must impart them in order to achieve their success.
12 Leaving superiority out of the question, then, you must still agree to receive my orders now and then, without being piqued or hurt by the tone of command.
13 You must be on your guard against her; you must shun her example; if necessary, avoid her company, exclude her from your sports, and shut her out from your converse.
14 A phase of my life was closing to-night, a new one opening to-morrow: impossible to slumber in the interval; I must watch feverishly while the change was being accomplished.
15 Mr. Rochester must have been aware of the entrance of Mrs. Fairfax and myself; but it appeared he was not in the mood to notice us, for he never lifted his head as we approached.
16 Bessie Lee must, I think, have been a girl of good natural capacity, for she was smart in all she did, and had a remarkable knack of narrative; so, at least, I judge from the impression made on me by her nursery tales.
17 To this crib I always took my doll; human beings must love something, and, in the dearth of worthier objects of affection, I contrived to find a pleasure in loving and cherishing a faded graven image, shabby as a miniature scarecrow.
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