1 She was struck during a tempest of passion with a kind of fit.
2 And, to begin my kindness, Joseph, bring the lad some breakfast.
3 For himself, he grew desperate: his sorrow was of that kind that will not lament.
4 He did not forget me; for he had a kind heart, though he was rather severe sometimes.
5 In his last he recommended my jewel to be careful of his; and kind to her when he got her.
6 He pines for kindness, as well as love; and a kind word from you would be his best medicine.
7 Linton did not appear to remember what she talked of and he had evidently great difficulty in sustaining any kind of conversation.
8 But the poor dame had reason to repent of her kindness: she and her husband both took the fever, and died within a few days of each other.
9 He bid her add a spoonful of wine from a bottle on the table; and having swallowed a small portion, appeared more tranquil, and said she was very kind.
10 Not to grieve a kind master, I learned to be less touchy; and, for the space of half a year, the gunpowder lay as harmless as sand, because no fire came near to explode it.
11 Nobody but I even did him the kindness to call him a dirty boy, and bid him wash himself, once a week; and children of his age seldom have a natural pleasure in soap and water.
12 Only, Catherine, do me this justice: believe that if I might be as sweet, and as kind, and as good as you are, I would be; as willingly, and more so, than as happy and as healthy.
13 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.
14 What her last illness was, I am not certain: I conjecture, they died of the same thing, a kind of fever, slow at its commencement, but incurable, and rapidly consuming life towards the close.
15 One Sunday evening, it chanced that they were banished from the sitting-room, for making a noise, or a light offence of the kind; and when I went to call them to supper, I could discover them nowhere.
16 I believe Linton had laid it there: for she never endeavoured to divert herself with reading, or occupation of any kind, and he would spend many an hour in trying to entice her attention to some subject which had formerly been her amusement.
17 It appeared dry and cold; but at the bottom was dotted in with pencil an obscure apology, and an entreaty for kind remembrance and reconciliation, if her proceeding had offended him: asserting that she could not help it then, and being done, she had now no power to repeal it.
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