1 Unable to endure the aspect of the being I had created, I rushed out of the room and continued a long time traversing my bed-chamber, unable to compose my mind to sleep.
2 We ascended into my room, and the servant presently brought breakfast; but I was unable to contain myself.
3 I was unable to remain for a single instant in the same place; I jumped over the chairs, clapped my hands, and laughed aloud.
4 Fear overcame me; I dared no advance, dreading a thousand nameless evils that made me tremble, although I was unable to define them.
5 The sky was serene; and, as I was unable to rest, I resolved to visit the spot where my poor William had been murdered.
6 Sometimes I tried to imitate the pleasant songs of the birds but was unable.
7 Their pronunciation was quick, and the words they uttered, not having any apparent connection with visible objects, I was unable to discover any clue by which I could unravel the mystery of their reference.
8 But again when I reflected that they had spurned and deserted me, anger returned, a rage of anger, and unable to injure anything human, I turned my fury towards inanimate objects.
9 But I was bewildered, perplexed, and unable to arrange my ideas sufficiently to understand the full extent of his proposition.
10 I feared the vengeance of the disappointed fiend, yet I was unable to overcome my repugnance to the task which was enjoined me.
11 I was unable to pursue the train of thought; a thousand feelings pressed upon me, and I wept bitterly.
12 At length he opened his eyes; he breathed with difficulty and was unable to speak.
13 About half an hour afterwards he attempted again to speak but was unable; he pressed my hand feebly, and his eyes closed forever, while the irradiation of a gentle smile passed away from his lips.
14 She must have broken her rule against drinking that night for when she arrived she was stupid with liquor and unable to understand that the ambulance had already gone to Flushing.
15 "Woman, I could well-nigh pity thee," said Roger Chillingworth, unable to restrain a thrill of admiration too, for there was a quality almost majestic in the despair which she expressed.
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