1 Then a new idea flashed across me.
2 Heathcliff chuckled a fiendish laugh at the idea.
3 His upright carriage suggested the idea of his having been in the army.
4 There was a start and a troubled gleam of recollection, and a struggle to arrange her ideas.
5 I marvelled much how he, with a mind to correspond with his person, could fancy my idea of Catherine Earnshaw.
6 That was my first idea on observing an elf-locked, brown-eyed boy setting his ruddy countenance against the bars.
7 And he dreaded that mind: it revolted him: he shrank forebodingly from the idea of committing Isabella to its keeping.
8 I rose, and, from a gentlemanly idea of relieving his embarrassment, took up my station in the doorway, surveying the external prospect as I stood.
9 I sympathised a while; but when the children fell ill of the measles, and I had to tend them, and take on me the cares of a woman at once, I changed my idea.
10 And whatever it was, it communicated, apparently, both pleasure and pain in exquisite extremes: at least the anguished, yet raptured, expression of his countenance suggested that idea.
11 Afterwards, she refused to eat, and now she alternately raves and remains in a half dream; knowing those about her, but having her mind filled with all sorts of strange ideas and illusions.
12 Now, Mr. Earnshaw did not understand jokes from his children: he had always been strict and grave with them; and Catherine, on her part, had no idea why her father should be crosser and less patient in his ailing condition than he was in his prime.