I Can Be On Guard Against My

You Never Felt Jealousy, Did You, Miss Eyre? Of Course Not: I Need Not Ask You; Because You Never Felt Love. You Have Both Sentiments Yet To Experience: Your Soul Sleeps; The Shock Is Yet To Be Given Which Shall Waken It.

I Can But Die... And I Believe In God. Let Me Try And Wait His Will In Silence.

For Those Who Are Not Hungry, It Is Easy To Palaver About The Degradation Of Charity.

What Delusion Has Come Over Me? What Sweet Madness Has Seized Me?

Something Of Vengeance I Had Tasted For The First Time; As Aromatic Wine It Seemed, On Swallowing, Warm And Racy: Its After-flavour, Metallic And Corroding, Gave Me A Sensation As If I Had Been Poisoned.