(Print) Use this randomly generated list as your call list when playing the game. There is no need to say the BINGO column name. Place some kind of mark (like an X, a checkmark, a dot, tally mark, etc) on each cell as you announce it, to keep track. You can also cut out each item, place them in a bag and pull words from the bag.
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“I thought unaccountably of fairy tales, and had half a mind to demand whether you had bewitched my horse…”
“I care for myself…..I will respect myself.”
“What good would it do if I bent, if I uptore, if I crushed her?”
“Never was anything at once so frail and so indomitable. A mere reed she feels in my hand!”
"You are like a restless bird in a cage.”
“That you may, my good little girl…”
“I hold myself supremely blest—blest beyond what language can express; because I am my husband’s life as fully as he is mine.”
“...I should have been a careless shepherd if I had left a lamb -my pet lamb- so near a wolf’s den…”
“If I dared, I’d touch you, to see if you are substance or shadow, you elf!”
“How well you read me, you witch!”
“He said I was a capricious witch.”
“...your brittle frame.”
“I do not think, sir, you have a right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I have…”
“I can live alone, if self-respect, and circumstances require me so to do.”
“You wandered out of the fold to seek your shepherd, did you, Jane?”
“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will.”
“Master! How is he my master? Am I a servant?”
“Whenever I marry, I am resolved my husband shall not be a rival, but a foil to me. I will suffer no competitor near the throne; I shall exact an undivided homage.”
“I am not your dear; I cannot lie down: send me to school soon, Mrs. Reed, for I hate to live here.”
“Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong!–I have as much soul as you,–and full as much heart!”
“What have you done with me, witch, sorceress?”
“No. St. John, I will not marry you. I adhere to my resolution.”
“Jane, be still; don’t struggle so, like a wild frantic bird that is rending its own plumage in its desperation.”
“I am glad you are no relation of mine. I will never call you aunt again as long as I live.”
