1 I have given you answers enough for the present: now I want to read.
2 I retired to a window-seat, and taking a book from a table near, endeavoured to read.
3 I looked up at him to read the signs of bliss in his face: it was ardent and flushed.
4 A chapter having been read through twice, the books were closed and the girls examined.
5 The meal over, prayers were read by Miss Miller, and the classes filed off, two and two, upstairs.
6 I liked to read what they liked to read: what they enjoyed, delighted me; what they approved, I reverenced.
7 I wonder if he read that notion in my face; for, all at once, without speaking, he struck suddenly and strongly.
8 She surveyed my whole person: in her eyes I read that they had there found no charm powerful enough to solve the enigma.
9 I read these words over and over again: I felt that an explanation belonged to them, and was unable fully to penetrate their import.
10 They were both more accomplished and better read than I was; but with eagerness I followed in the path of knowledge they had trodden before me.
11 I had to sit with the girls during their hour of study; then it was my turn to read prayers; to see them to bed: afterwards I supped with the other teachers.
12 The Sunday evening was spent in repeating, by heart, the Church Catechism, and the fifth, sixth, and seventh chapters of St. Matthew; and in listening to a long sermon, read by Miss Miller, whose irrepressible yawns attested her weariness.
13 He was moody, too; unaccountably so; I more than once, when sent for to read to him, found him sitting in his library alone, with his head bent on his folded arms; and, when he looked up, a morose, almost a malignant, scowl blackened his features.
14 Mr. Rochester had sometimes read my unspoken thoughts with an acumen to me incomprehensible: in the present instance he took no notice of my abrupt vocal response; but he smiled at me with a certain smile he had of his own, and which he used but on rare occasions.
15 Jumping over forms, and creeping under tables, I made my way to one of the fire-places; there, kneeling by the high wire fender, I found Burns, absorbed, silent, abstracted from all round her by the companionship of a book, which she read by the dim glare of the embers.
16 We know that God is everywhere; but certainly we feel His presence most when His works are on the grandest scale spread before us; and it is in the unclouded night-sky, where His worlds wheel their silent course, that we read clearest His infinitude, His omnipotence, His omnipresence.
17 An extinguished candle stood on the table; she was bending over the fire, and seemed reading in a little black book, like a prayer-book, by the light of the blaze: she muttered the words to herself, as most old women do, while she read; she did not desist immediately on my entrance: it appeared she wished to finish a paragraph.
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