1 I returned to her apartment, extinguished my candle, and seated myself in the window.
2 And so he went on scolding to his den beneath, taking the candle with him; and I remained in the dark.
3 He cursed to himself, and in a few minutes came out with a lighted candle, and proceeded to their room.
4 At length I resolved on making an excuse to ask if they would have the candles lighted, and I opened the door.
5 He stepped forward, and called him by name, and touched his shoulder; but he would not move: so he took the candle and looked at him.
6 The ledge, where I placed my candle, had a few mildewed books piled up in one corner; and it was covered with writing scratched on the paint.
7 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.
8 I descended cautiously to the lower regions, and landed in the back-kitchen, where a gleam of fire, raked compactly together, enabled me to rekindle my candle.
9 Mrs. Dean raised the candle, and I discerned a soft-featured face, exceedingly resembling the young lady at the Heights, but more pensive and amiable in expression.
10 We had not yet lighted a candle, but all the apartment was visible, even to the portraits on the wall: the splendid head of Mrs. Linton, and the graceful one of her husband.
11 And, perhaps, not quite awake to what he did, but attracted like a child to a candle, at last he proceeded from staring to touching; he put out his hand and stroked one curl, as gently as if it were a bird.
12 While leading the way upstairs, she recommended that I should hide the candle, and not make a noise; for her master had an odd notion about the chamber she would put me in, and never let anybody lodge there willingly.
13 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.