1 Sometimes I tried to imitate the pleasant songs of the birds but was unable.
2 At length he opened his eyes; he breathed with difficulty and was unable to speak.
3 I was unable to pursue the train of thought; a thousand feelings pressed upon me, and I wept bitterly.
4 We ascended into my room, and the servant presently brought breakfast; but I was unable to contain myself.
5 The sky was serene; and, as I was unable to rest, I resolved to visit the spot where my poor William had been murdered.
6 I was unable to remain for a single instant in the same place; I jumped over the chairs, clapped my hands, and laughed aloud.
7 But I was bewildered, perplexed, and unable to arrange my ideas sufficiently to understand the full extent of his proposition.
8 I feared the vengeance of the disappointed fiend, yet I was unable to overcome my repugnance to the task which was enjoined me.
9 Fear overcame me; I dared no advance, dreading a thousand nameless evils that made me tremble, although I was unable to define them.
10 Unable to endure the aspect of the being I had created, I rushed out of the room and continued a long time traversing my bed-chamber, unable to compose my mind to sleep.
11 But again when I reflected that they had spurned and deserted me, anger returned, a rage of anger, and unable to injure anything human, I turned my fury towards inanimate objects.
12 I turned with loathing from the woman who could utter so unfeeling a speech to a person just saved, on the very edge of death; but I felt languid and unable to reflect on all that had passed.
13 About half an hour afterwards he attempted again to speak but was unable; he pressed my hand feebly, and his eyes closed forever, while the irradiation of a gentle smile passed away from his lips.
14 Their pronunciation was quick, and the words they uttered, not having any apparent connection with visible objects, I was unable to discover any clue by which I could unravel the mystery of their reference.
15 He raised her and smiled with such kindness and affection that I felt sensations of a peculiar and overpowering nature; they were a mixture of pain and pleasure, such as I had never before experienced, either from hunger or cold, warmth or food; and I withdrew from the window, unable to bear these emotions.