1 Here, I thought, is one of those whose joy-imparting smiles are bestowed on all but me.
2 You must create a female for me with whom I can live in the interchange of those sympathies necessary for my being.
3 Yet, still, words like those I have recorded would burst uncontrollably from me.
4 I am the assassin of those most innocent victims; they died by my machinations.
5 Tom deferred that much to the sensibilities of those East Eggers who might be on the train.
6 "I want to get one of those dogs," she said earnestly.
7 Once I wrote down on the empty spaces of a time-table the names of those who came to Gatsby's house that summer.
8 She devoted herself to those whom she had been taught to call her uncle and cousins.
9 Krempe with warmth, "every instant that you have wasted on those books is utterly and entirely lost."
10 I had one of those renewals of complete faith in him that I'd experienced before.
11 He told her those things in a way that frightened her--that made it look as if I was some kind of cheap sharper.
12 None but those who have experienced them can conceive of the enticements of science.
13 Most of those reports were a nightmare--grotesque, circumstantial, eager and untrue.
14 He stared at me without a word and I knew I had guessed right about those missing hours.
15 It was no great distance, in those days, from the prison door to the market-place.
The Scarlet Letter By Nathaniel HawthorneContext Highlight In II. THE MARKET-PLACE