1 The girl emptied the stiffened mould into my hand, and I devoured it ravenously.
2 I came into this room, and the sight of the empty chair and fireless hearth chilled me.
3 To tell me that I had already a wife is empty mockery: you know now that I had but a hideous demon.
4 I now stood in the empty hall; before me was the breakfast-room door, and I stopped, intimidated and trembling.
5 He further gave me leave to get into the inside, as the vehicle was empty: I entered, was shut in, and it rolled on its way.
6 I leaned against a gate, and looked into an empty field where no sheep were feeding, where the short grass was nipped and blanched.
7 The hiss of the quenched element, the breakage of a pitcher which I flung from my hand when I had emptied it, and, above all, the splash of the shower-bath I had liberally bestowed, roused Mr. Rochester at last.
8 Her plans required all her time and attention, she said; she was about to depart for some unknown bourne; and all day long she stayed in her own room, her door bolted within, filling trunks, emptying drawers, burning papers, and holding no communication with any one.