1 I silently shook my questioner, and at last succeeded in equipping her for departure.
2 She averted her face: he apparently put some question which she had no mind to answer.
3 Her husband took his stand on the hearthstone, near me, and began to put questions concerning Catherine.
4 He began to put questions concerning his new home, and its inhabitants, with greater interest and liveliness.
5 She selected one of her own favourites, and got forward steadily about an hour; then came frequent questions.
6 The same question was repeated at dinner and tea; and again on the morrow after, and received the same answer.
7 She had some reason to put the question, for shame and pride threw double gloom over his countenance, and kept him immovable.
8 It is out of the question my going to see her, however: we are eternally divided; and should she really wish to oblige me, let her persuade the villain she has married to leave the country.
9 He trembled, and his face glowed: all his rudeness and all his surly harshness had deserted him: he could not summon courage, at first, to utter a syllable in reply to her questioning look, and her murmured petition.
10 He was so obstinate in his resolution, that Heathcliff deemed it expedient to compel from my lips a recapitulation of what had taken place; standing over me, heaving with malevolence, as I reluctantly delivered the account in answer to his questions.
11 He said he called to gather information concerning me from you, supposing you resided there still; and Joseph told Hindley, who came out and fell to questioning him of what he had been doing, and how he had been living; and finally, desired him to walk in.
12 She lifted the letter, and seemed to peruse it; and when she came to the signature she sighed: yet still I found she had not gathered its import, for, upon my desiring to hear her reply, she merely pointed to the name, and gazed at me with mournful and questioning eagerness.
13 There was no reply to my question; and on looking round I saw only Joseph bringing in a pail of porridge for the dogs, and Mrs. Heathcliff leaning over the fire, diverting herself with burning a bundle of matches which had fallen from the chimney-piece as she restored the tea-canister to its place.