1 I cannot pretend to describe what I then felt.
2 What his feelings were whom I pursued I cannot know.
3 I cannot describe to you my sensations on the near prospect of my undertaking.
4 Even now I cannot recollect without passion my reveries while the work was incomplete.
5 As the circumstances of his marriage illustrate his character, I cannot refrain from relating them.
6 The inside of the cottage was dark, and I heard no motion; I cannot describe the agony of this suspense.
7 I cannot describe the delight I felt when I learned the ideas appropriated to each of these sounds and was able to pronounce them.
8 I cannot describe to you the agony that these reflections inflicted upon me; I tried to dispel them, but sorrow only increased with knowledge.
9 A scene has just passed of such uncommon interest that, although it is highly probable that these papers may never reach you, yet I cannot forbear recording it.
10 I will revenge my injuries; if I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear, and chiefly towards you my arch-enemy, because my creator, do I swear inextinguishable hatred.
11 Yet I cannot ask you to renounce your country and friends to fulfil this task; and now that you are returning to England, you will have little chance of meeting with him.
12 So strange an accident has happened to us that I cannot forbear recording it, although it is very probable that you will see me before these papers can come into your possession.
13 I cannot guess how many days have passed since then, but I have endured misery which nothing but the eternal sentiment of a just retribution burning within my heart could have enabled me to support.
14 When I run over the frightful catalogue of my sins, I cannot believe that I am the same creature whose thoughts were once filled with sublime and transcendent visions of the beauty and the majesty of goodness.
15 These were wild and miserable thoughts, but I cannot describe to you how the eternal twinkling of the stars weighed upon me and how I listened to every blast of wind as if it were a dull ugly siroc on its way to consume me.