1 But poor Hareton, the most wronged, was the only one who really suffered much.
2 She trembled like a reed, poor thing, and leant against the table perfectly bewildered.
3 Mine has nothing valuable about it; yet I shall have the merit of making it go as far as such poor stuff can go.
4 Earnshaw had come out to examine the mischief he had caused, and he was then conveying the poor thing up-stairs.
5 Last Sunday, indeed, coming earlier than usual, I heard him abusing poor Linton cruelly for his conduct of the night before.
6 This endurance made old Earnshaw furious, when he discovered his son persecuting the poor fatherless child, as he called him.
7 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.
8 I let the poor things converse unmolested, till I supposed the songs were going to cease, and the singers to get some refreshment: then I clambered up the ladder to warn her.
9 He stood by the fire, his back towards me, just finishing a stormy scene with poor Zillah; who ever and anon interrupted her labour to pluck up the corner of her apron, and heave an indignant groan.
10 This promise poorly pacified her; but time was more potent; and though still at intervals she inquired of her father when Linton would return, before she did see him again his features had waxed so dim in her memory that she did not recognise him.
11 The poor thing was finally got off, with several delusive assurances that his absence should be short: that Mr. Edgar and Cathy would visit him, and other promises, equally ill-founded, which I invented and reiterated at intervals throughout the way.
12 I could scarcely refrain from smiling at this antipathy to the poor fellow; who was a well-made, athletic youth, good-looking in features, and stout and healthy, but attired in garments befitting his daily occupations of working on the farm and lounging among the moors after rabbits and game.