Justine
[dʒə'sti:n]
Examples
- 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. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- Accordingly, a few months after your departure for Ingolstadt, Justine was called home by her repentant mother. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- Justine died; she rested; and I was alive. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- Was I, then, to be frightened by Justine Marie? Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- The ballots had been thrown; they were all black, and Justine was condemned. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- Justine Moritz! Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- William, Justine, and Clerval, had died through my infernal machinations; And whose death, cried I, is to finish the tragedy? Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- This was a dire blow to poor Elizabeth, who had relied with firmness upon Justine's innocence. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- The person to whom I addressed myself added, that Justine had already confessed her guilt. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- Justine Marie, said one, is coming; she is in the kiosk; she will be here presently. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- Do you not remember Justine Moritz? Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- Yet this is not consolation for you, my Justine, unless indeed that you may glory in escaping from so miserable a den. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- We staid several hours with Justine; and it was with great difficulty that Elizabeth could tear herself away. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- After all, who may this young girl, this Justine Marie, be? Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- Do you know Marie Justine? Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- I was firmly convinced in my own mind that Justine, and indeed every human being, was guiltless of this murder. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- Indeed, who would credit that Justine Moritz, who was so amiable, and fond of all the family, could all at once become so extremely wicked? Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- I thought the father rather wished to be questioned, and therefore I inquired who had lost and who still mourned Justine Marie. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- Now, as for Justine Marie, I knew what she was as well as if I had seen her. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- William, Justine, and Henry--they all died by my hands. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- She sometimes begged Justine to forgive her unkindness, but much oftener accused her of having caused the deaths of her brothers and sister. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- Yes, there was one who seemed partly, at least, in his confidence; a meaning look passed between him and Justine Marie. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- Justine Marie is a good girl, said he, docile and amiable; not quick--but you will like her. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- My aunt observed this; and, when Justine was twelve years of age, prevailed on her mother to allow her to live at her house. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- Yet heaven bless thee, my dearest Justine, with resignation, and a confidence elevated beyond this world. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- No, Justine, said Elizabeth; he is more convinced of your innocence than I was; for even when he heard that you had confessed, he did not credit it. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- Madame Moritz, her mother, was a widow with four children, of whom Justine was the third. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- To my very self I seemed imperious and unreasonable, for I forbade Justine Marie my door and roof; he smiledbetraying delight. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- Hear him not; call on the manes of William, Justine, Clerval, Elizabeth, my father, and of the wretched Victor, and thrust your sword into his heart. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- Accordingly we departed from Geneva on this tour about the middle of the month of August, nearly two months after the death of Justine. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
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