1 Edgar, in his anxiety for her, forgot her hated friend.
2 I did not marvel how Catherine Earnshaw could forget her first friend for such an individual.
3 Doubtless Catherine marked the difference between her friends, as one came in and the other went out.
4 You are the one to be blamed: he is willing to let us be friends, at least; Linton and I; and you are not.
5 At last, we agreed to try both, as soon as the right weather came; and then we kissed each other and were friends.
6 Having no excuse for lingering longer, I slipped out, while Linton was engaged in timidly rebuffing the advances of a friendly sheep-dog.
7 When this slight disagreement was over, they were friends again, and as busy as possible in their several occupations of pupil and teacher.
8 Mr. Heathcliff sat at a table, turning over some papers in his pocket-book; but he rose when I appeared, asked me how I did, quite friendly, and offered me a chair.
9 Mr. and Mrs. Earnshaw watched anxiously their meeting; thinking it would enable them to judge, in some measure, what grounds they had for hoping to succeed in separating the two friends.
10 She jumped up in a fine fright, flung Hareton on to the settle, and ran to seek for her friend herself; not taking leisure to consider why she was so flurried, or how her talk would have affected him.
11 Cathy stayed upstairs a fortnight, according to Zillah; who visited her twice a day, and would have been rather more friendly, but her attempts at increasing kindness were proudly and promptly repelled.
12 Cathy sat up late, having a world of things to order for the reception of her new friends: she came into the kitchen once to speak to her old one; but he was gone, and she only stayed to ask what was the matter with him, and then went back.
13 There was unobstructed admittance on that side also; and at the door sat my old friend Nelly Dean, sewing and singing a song; which was often interrupted from within by harsh words of scorn and intolerance, uttered in far from musical accents.