1 You have left me no power to consider whether I am just to you or not.
2 The ball had entered my shoulder, and I knew not whether it had remained there or passed through; at any rate I had no means of extracting it.
3 Tell me, therefore, whether you object to an immediate solemnization of the marriage.
4 At one time I considered whether I should not declare myself guilty and suffer the penalty of the law, less innocent than poor Justine had been.
5 If the monster executed his threat, death was inevitable; yet, again, I considered whether my marriage would hasten my fate.
6 As the period fixed for our marriage drew nearer, whether from cowardice or a prophetic feeling, I felt my heart sink within me.
7 I write to you, encompassed by peril and ignorant whether I am ever doomed to see again dear England and the dearer friends that inhabit it.
8 I hardly know whether I shall have the power to detail it; yet the tale which I have recorded would be incomplete without this final and wonderful catastrophe.
9 Some time toward midnight Tom Buchanan and Mrs. Wilson stood face to face discussing in impassioned voices whether Mrs. Wilson had any right to mention Daisy's name.
10 So I didn't know whether or not Gatsby went to Coney Island or for how many hours he "glanced into rooms" while his house blazed gaudily on.
11 And now she's going whether she wants to or not.
12 As to any other kind of discipline, whether addressed to her mind or heart, little Pearl might or might not be within its reach, in accordance with the caprice that ruled the moment.
13 Little Pearl's unwonted mood of sentiment lasted no longer; she laughed, and went capering down the hall so airily, that old Mr. Wilson raised a question whether even her tiptoes touched the floor.
The Scarlet Letter By Nathaniel HawthorneContext Highlight In VIII. THE ELF-CHILD AND THE MINISTER 14 Ah," replied Roger Chillingworth, with that quietness, which, whether imposed or natural, marked all his deportment, "it is thus that a young clergyman is apt to speak.
15 There can be, if I forbode aright, no power, short of the Divine mercy, to disclose, whether by uttered words, or by type or emblem, the secrets that may be buried in the human heart.
The Scarlet Letter By Nathaniel HawthorneContext Highlight In X. THE LEECH AND HIS PATIENT