1 It is an hour past dinnertime: I thought you were gone.
2 It was a fever; and it is gone: her pulse is as slow as mine now, and her cheek as cool.
3 The fourth was Sunday, and I brought it into her room after the family were gone to church.
4 The housekeeper and Hareton were invisible; one gone on an errand, and the other at his work, probably.
5 Mr. Hindley had gone from home one afternoon, and Heathcliff presumed to give himself a holiday on the strength of it.
6 He recalled her memory with ardent, tender love, and hopeful aspiring to the better world; where he doubted not she was gone.
7 The servants thought me gone to shake off the drowsiness of my protracted watch; in reality, my chief motive was seeing Mr. Heathcliff.
8 They entirely refused to have it in bed with them, or even in their room; and I had no more sense, so I put it on the landing of the stairs, hoping it might be gone on the morrow.
9 He had the cunning to unlock and re-lock the door, without shutting it; and when he should have gone to bed, he begged to sleep with Hareton, and his petition was granted for once.
10 We were in the library, the master having gone to bed: she consented, rather unwillingly, I fancied; and imagining my sort of books did not suit her, I bid her please herself in the choice of what she perused.
11 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.
12 Heathcliff had gone to loose the beast, and shift it to his own stall; he was passing behind it, when Hindley finished his speech by knocking him under its feet, and without stopping to examine whether his hopes were fulfilled, ran away as fast as he could.