1 Heathcliff kicked his to the same place.
2 I was surprised to see Heathcliff there also.
3 Mrs. Heathcliff, however, checked me by her answer.
4 I no longer felt inclined to call Heathcliff a capital fellow.
5 But Mr. Heathcliff forms a singular contrast to his abode and style of living.
6 Mr. Heathcliff followed, his accidental merriment expiring quickly in his habitual moroseness.
7 Heathcliff smiled again, as if it were rather too bold a jest to attribute the paternity of that bear to him.
8 Heathcliff lifted his hand, and the speaker sprang to a safer distance, obviously acquainted with its weight.
9 Heathcliff gradually fell back into the shelter of the bed, as I spoke; finally sitting down almost concealed behind it.
10 The vehemence of my agitation brought on a copious bleeding at the nose, and still Heathcliff laughed, and still I scolded.
11 Heathcliff stood near the entrance, in his shirt and trousers; with a candle dripping over his fingers, and his face as white as the wall behind him.
12 Mr. Heathcliff may have entirely dissimilar reasons for keeping his hand out of the way when he meets a would-be acquaintance, to those which actuate me.
13 I slid back the panelled sides, got in with my light, pulled them together again, and felt secure against the vigilance of Heathcliff, and every one else.
14 On opening the little door, two hairy monsters flew at my throat, bearing me down, and extinguishing the light; while a mingled guffaw from Heathcliff and Hareton put the copestone on my rage and humiliation.
15 It opened into the house, where the females were already astir; Zillah urging flakes of flame up the chimney with a colossal bellows; and Mrs. Heathcliff, kneeling on the hearth, reading a book by the aid of the blaze.
16 In the absence of clear proofs of his condition, I deemed it best to abstain from noticing his curious conduct; and, five minutes afterwards, the entrance of Heathcliff relieved me, in some measure, from my uncomfortable state.
17 There was no reply to my question; and on looking round I saw only Joseph bringing in a pail of porridge for the dogs, and Mrs. Heathcliff leaning over the fire, diverting herself with burning a bundle of matches which had fallen from the chimney-piece as she restored the tea-canister to its place.
Your search result possibly is over 17 sentences. If you upgrade to a VIP account, you will see up to 500 sentences for one search.