1 I got a book, and pretended to read.
2 I had read of such hideous incarnate demons.
3 She continued reading, or seeking for something to read.
4 I am too weak to read; yet I feel as if I could enjoy something interesting.
5 I read in his countenance what anguish it was to offer that sacrifice to spleen.
6 And on the first occasion of my sitting up in the evening I asked Catherine to read to me, because my eyes were weak.
7 I heard Joseph read on a while afterwards; then I distinguished his slow step on the ladder, and then I dropped asleep.
8 The male speaker began to read: he was a young man, respectably dressed and seated at a table, having a book before him.
9 It was very, very sad: and while I read I sighed, for it seemed as if all joy had vanished from the world, never to be restored.
10 She opened one that had obviously been often turned over, and read a portion in the drawling tone of a beginner; then laughed, and threw it from her.
11 Mr. Linton had resumed his seat by the bed; on my re-entrance, he raised his eyes, read the meaning of my blank aspect, and dropped them without giving an order, or uttering a word.
12 I had brought some of my nicest books for him: he asked me to read a little of one, and I was about to comply, when Earnshaw burst the door open: having gathered venom with reflection.
13 And then Mr. Linton, to mend matters, paid us a visit himself on the morrow, and read the young master such a lecture on the road he guided his family, that he was stirred to look about him, in earnest.
14 But her ingenuity was at work to remedy the injury: while I ironed, or pursued other such stationary employments as I could not well do in the parlour, she would bring some pleasant volume and read it aloud to me.
15 It opened into the house, where the females were already astir; Zillah urging flakes of flame up the chimney with a colossal bellows; and Mrs. Heathcliff, kneeling on the hearth, reading a book by the aid of the blaze.
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 He appeared to have bent his malevolence on making him a brute: he was never taught to read or write; never rebuked for any bad habit which did not annoy his keeper; never led a single step towards virtue, or guarded by a single precept against vice.
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