It seemed as if my tongue pronounced words without my will consenting to their utterance: something spoke out of me over which I had no control. - Charlotte Brontë

There is a perverse mood of the mind which is rather soothed than irritated by misconstruction; and in quarters where we can never be rightly known, we take pleasure, I think, in being consummately ignored. What honest man on being casually taken for a housebreaker does not feel rather tickled than vexed at the mistake?

I like this day; I like that sky of steel; I like the
sternness and stillness of the world under this frost.

I knew, you would do me good, in some way, at some time;- I saw it in your eyes when I first beheld you: their expression and smile did not- (again he stopped)- did not (he proceeded hastily) strike delight to my very inmost heart so for nothing.