1 Perhaps the latter possibility may be the nearer to the truth.
2 I never had any reason to doubt the exact truth of what he thus told me.
3 Yet I am afraid the dreadful truth is, Herbert, that he is attached to me, strongly attached to me.
4 I said that I did not blame him, or suspect him, or mistrust him, but I wanted assurance of the truth from him.
5 There was a gay fiction among us that we were constantly enjoying ourselves, and a skeleton truth that we never did.
6 The unqualified truth is, that when I loved Estella with the love of a man, I loved her simply because I found her irresistible.
7 To confess the truth, I very heartily wished, and not for the first time, that I had had some other guardian of minor abilities.
8 In truth, he said this with so much delicacy, that I felt the subject done with, even though I should be under his father's roof for years and years to come.
9 I ought rather to write that I should have been alarmed if I had had energy and concentration enough to help me to the clear perception of any truth beyond the fact that I was falling very ill.
10 But her hands were Estella's hands, and her eyes were Estella's eyes, and if she had reappeared a hundred times I could have been neither more sure nor less sure that my conviction was the truth.
11 All the truth of my position came flashing on me; and its disappointments, dangers, disgraces, consequences of all kinds, rushed in in such a multitude that I was borne down by them and had to struggle for every breath I drew.
12 The truth was, that she had objected to me as an expensive companion who did Herbert no good, and that, when Herbert had first proposed to present me to her, she had received the proposal with such very moderate warmth, that Herbert had felt himself obliged to confide the state of the case to me, with a view to the lapse of a little time before I made her acquaintance.