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1 Had it been another, I would have covered my face in the presence of such grief.
Wuthering HeightsBy Emily Bronte ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XVII
2 Catherine spoke with a kind of dreary triumph: she seemed to have made up her mind to enter into the spirit of her future family, and draw pleasure from the griefs of her enemies.
Wuthering HeightsBy Emily Bronte ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XXIX
3 He pressed its hand, and kissed the sarcastic, savage face that every one else shrank from contemplating; and bemoaned him with that strong grief which springs naturally from a generous heart, though it be tough as tempered steel.
Wuthering HeightsBy Emily Bronte ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XXXIV
4 I thought as I lay there, with my head against that table leg, and my eyes dimly discerning the grey square of the window, that I was enclosed in the oak-panelled bed at home; and my heart ached with some great grief which, just waking, I could not recollect.
Wuthering HeightsBy Emily Bronte ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XII
5 Whether Catherine had spent her tears, or whether the grief were too weighty to let them flow, she sat there dry-eyed till the sun rose: she sat till noon, and would still have remained brooding over that deathbed, but I insisted on her coming away and taking some repose.
Wuthering HeightsBy Emily Bronte ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XXVIII
6 I divined, from this account, that utter lack of sympathy had rendered young Heathcliff selfish and disagreeable, if he were not so originally; and my interest in him, consequently, decayed: though still I was moved with a sense of grief at his lot, and a wish that he had been left with us.
Wuthering HeightsBy Emily Bronte ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XXI
7 There was such anguish in the gush of grief that accompanied this raving, that my compassion made me overlook its folly, and I drew off, half angry to have listened at all, and vexed at having related my ridiculous nightmare, since it produced that agony; though why was beyond my comprehension.
Wuthering HeightsBy Emily Bronte ContextHighlight In CHAPTER III