1 Mr. Rochester, now sing, and I will play for you.
2 Mama used to teach me to dance and sing, and to say verses.
3 Know that I doat on Corsairs; and for that reason, sing it con spirito.
4 Birds began singing in brake and copse: birds were faithful to their mates; birds were emblems of love.
5 He said I was a capricious witch, and that he would rather sing another time; but I averred that no time was like the present.
6 A great many gentlemen and ladies came to see mama, and I used to dance before them, or to sit on their knees and sing to them: I liked it.
7 The dining-room doors were thrown open; and, as it was Christmas-time, the servants were allowed to assemble in the hall, to hear some of the ladies sing and play.
8 Descending from her chair, she came and placed herself on my knee; then, folding her little hands demurely before her, shaking back her curls and lifting her eyes to the ceiling, she commenced singing a song from some opera.
9 She boasted of beautiful paintings of landscapes and flowers by them executed; of songs they could sing and pieces they could play, of purses they could net, of French books they could translate; till my spirit was moved to emulation as I listened.