1 Gentlemen," said Mr. Wopsle, "I am proud to see you.
2 "I think she is very proud," I replied, in a whisper.
3 She was proud and insulting, and you wanted to go away from her.
4 He married his second wife privately, because he was proud, and in course of time she died.
5 It ain't that I am proud, but that I want to be right, as you shall never see me no more in these clothes.
6 He may be too proud to let any one take him out of a place that he is competent to fill, and fills well and with respect.
7 She had shown a proud impatience more than once before, and had rather endured that fierce affection than accepted or returned it.
8 And that it was a highly agreeable boast to both of us, and that we must both be very proud of it, was a conclusion quite established in his own mind.
9 In my confidence in my own resources, I would willingly have taken Herbert's expenses on myself; but Herbert was proud, and I could make no such proposal to him.
10 While my mind was thus engaged, I thought of the beautiful young Estella, proud and refined, coming towards me, and I thought with absolute abhorrence of the contrast between the jail and her.
11 Those attractions in it, I had seen before; what I had never seen before, was the saddened, softened light of the once proud eyes; what I had never felt before was the friendly touch of the once insensible hand.
12 Mr. Wopsle, united to a Roman nose and a large shining bald forehead, had a deep voice which he was uncommonly proud of; indeed it was understood among his acquaintance that if you could only give him his head, he would read the clergyman into fits; he himself confessed that if the Church was "thrown open," meaning to competition, he would not despair of making his mark in it.