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　　the period of reflection succeeding this silly action compelled me to admit the necessity of smothering my pride and choking my wrath and bestirring myself to remove its effects. 

　　her pretty face was wan and listless; her hair uncurled: some locks hanging lankly down and some carelessly twisted round her head. 

　　i notice when i enter his presence the muscles of his countenance are involuntarily distorted into an expression of hatred; partly arising from his knowledge of the good causes i have to feel that sentiment for him and partly from original aversion. 

　　i gave him my heart and he took and pinched it to death and flung it back to me. 

　　there was no sound through the house but the moaning wind which shook the windows every now and then the faint crackling of the coals and the click of my snuffers as i removed at intervals the long wick of the candle. 

　　he maintained a hard careless deportment indicative of neither joy nor sorrow: if anything it expressed a flinty gratification at a piece of difficult work successfully executed. 

　　good things lost amid a wilderness of weeds to be sure whose rankness far over-topped their neglected growth; yet notwithstanding evidence of a wealthy soil that might yield luxuriant crops under other and favourable circumstances. 

　　he surveyed the carved front and low-browed lattices the straggling gooseberry-bushes and crooked firs with solemn intentness and then shook his head: his private feelings entirely disapproved of the exterior of his new abode. 

　　it was a close sultry day: devoid of sunshine but with a sky too dappled and hazy to threaten rain. 

　　catherine’s face was just like the landscape - shadows and sunshine flitting over it in rapid succession; but the shadows rested longer and the sunshine was more transient; and her poor little heart reproached itself for even that passing forgetfulness of its cares.

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　　joseph was an elderly nay an old man: very old perhaps though hale and sinewy. 'the lord help us!' he soliloquised in an undertone of peevish displeasure while relieving me of my horse: looking meantime in my face so sourly that i charitably conjectured he must have need of pine aid to digest his dinner and his pious ejaculation had no reference to my unexpected advent.

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　　i removed the habit and there shone forth beneath a grand plaid silk frock white trousers and burnished shoes; and while her eyes sparkled joyfully when the dogs came bounding up to welcome her she dared hardly touch them lest they should fawn upon her splendid garments. she kissed me gently: i was all flour making the christmas cake and it would not have done to give me a hug; and then she looked round for heathcliff.

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　　he entered vociferating oaths dreadful to hear; and caught me in the act of stowing his son sway in the kitchen cupboard. hareton was impressed with a wholesome terror of encountering either his wild beast's fondness or his madman's rage; for in one he ran a chance of being squeezed and kissed to death and in the other of being flung into the fire or dashed against the wall; and the poor thing remained perfectly quiet wherever i chose to put him.

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　　it was a very dark evening for summer: the clouds appeared inclined to thunder and i said we had better all sit down; the approaching rain would be certain to bring him home without further trouble. however catherine would hot be persuaded into tranquillity. she kept wandering to and fro from the gate to the door in a state of agitation which permitted no repose; and at length took up a permanent situation on one side of the wall near the road: where heedless of my expostulations and the growling thunder and the great drops that began to plash around her she remained calling at intervals and then listening and then crying outright. she beat hareton or any child at a good passionate fit of crying.