1 St. John passed the window reading a letter.
2 Mr. Rochester, reading my countenance, saw I had done so.
3 Knitting, sewing, reading, writing, ciphering, will be all you will have to teach.
4 For the evening reading before prayers, he selected the twenty-first chapter of Revelation.
5 Eliza would sit half the day sewing, reading, or writing, and scarcely utter a word either to me or her sister.
6 His sisters were gone to Morton in my stead: I sat reading Schiller; he, deciphering his crabbed Oriental scrolls.
7 Never did I weary of reading to him; never did I weary of conducting him where he wished to go: of doing for him what he wished to be done.
8 I remember something, too, of the green grave-mounds; and I have not forgotten, either, two figures of strangers straying amongst the low hillocks and reading the mementoes graven on the few mossy head-stones.
9 Often, of an evening, when he sat at the window, his desk and papers before him, he would cease reading or writing, rest his chin on his hand, and deliver himself up to I know not what course of thought; but that it was perturbed and exciting might be seen in the frequent flash and changeful dilation of his eye.
10 I hardly know where I found the hardihood thus to open a conversation with a stranger; the step was contrary to my nature and habits: but I think her occupation touched a chord of sympathy somewhere; for I too liked reading, though of a frivolous and childish kind; I could not digest or comprehend the serious or substantial.
11 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.