1 Well, I shall reflect on the subject.
2 I reflected, and thought, on the whole, I had.
3 No reflection was to be allowed now: not one glance was to be cast back; not even one forward.
4 At that moment I saw the reflection of the visage and features quite distinctly in the dark oblong glass.
5 As yet I had not thought; I had only listened, watched, dreaded; now I regained the faculty of reflection.
6 As I said, I shall return from Cambridge in a fortnight: that space, then, is yet left you for reflection.
7 If, on reflection, I find I have fallen into no great absurdity, I shall try to forgive you; but it was not right.
8 My eyes were covered and closed: eddying darkness seemed to swim round me, and reflection came in as black and confused a flow.
9 On the neck lay a pale reflection like moonlight; the same faint lustre touched the train of thin clouds from which rose and bowed this vision of the Evening Star.
10 I could see clearly a room with a sanded floor, clean scoured; a dresser of walnut, with pewter plates ranged in rows, reflecting the redness and radiance of a glowing peat-fire.
11 I waited a few moments, expecting he would go on with the subject first broached: but he seemed to have entered another train of reflection: his look denoted abstraction from me and my business.
12 Our progress was leisurely, and gave me ample time to reflect; I was content to be at length so near the end of my journey; and as I leaned back in the comfortable though not elegant conveyance, I meditated much at my ease.
13 I was not free to resume the interrupted chain of my reflections till bedtime: even then a teacher who occupied the same room with me kept me from the subject to which I longed to recur, by a prolonged effusion of small talk.
14 I thank Providence, who watched over you, that she then spent her fury on your wedding apparel, which perhaps brought back vague reminiscences of her own bridal days: but on what might have happened, I cannot endure to reflect.
15 My reflections were too undefined and fragmentary to merit record: I hardly yet knew where I was; Gateshead and my past life seemed floated away to an immeasurable distance; the present was vague and strange, and of the future I could form no conjecture.
16 My seat, to which Bessie and the bitter Miss Abbot had left me riveted, was a low ottoman near the marble chimney-piece; the bed rose before me; to my right hand there was the high, dark wardrobe, with subdued, broken reflections varying the gloss of its panels; to my left were the muffled windows; a great looking-glass between them repeated the vacant majesty of the bed and room.