1 They came limping and hanging their heads; and we set out for home, sadly out of sorts, every one of us.
2 She went sadly on: there was no running or bounding now, though the chill wind might well have tempted her to race.
3 Her features were so sad, they did not seem hers: she evidently regarded what she had heard as every syllable true.
4 I felt stunned by the awful event; and my memory unavoidably recurred to former times with a sort of oppressive sadness.
5 But, I thought in my mind, Hindley, with apparently the stronger head, has shown himself sadly the worse and the weaker man.
6 I do not know whether it was sorrow for him, but his cousin put on as sad a countenance as himself, and returned to her father.
7 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.
8 Next day it all came out, sadly to my chagrin; and still I was not altogether sorry: I thought the burden of directing and warning would be more efficiently borne by him than me.
9 Whether the kiss convinced Hareton, I cannot tell: he was very careful, for some minutes, that his face should not be seen, and when he did raise it, he was sadly puzzled where to turn his eyes.
10 At first, I expected there would be sad work persuading you to let me keep my word to Linton: for I had engaged to call again next day, when we quitted him; but, as you stayed up-stairs on the morrow, I escaped that trouble.
11 His forehead, that I once thought so manly, and that I now think so diabolical, was shaded with a heavy cloud; his basilisk eyes were nearly quenched by sleeplessness, and weeping, perhaps, for the lashes were wet then: his lips devoid of their ferocious sneer, and sealed in an expression of unspeakable sadness.
12 For one thing, she was forbidden to move out of the garden, and it fretted her sadly to be confined to its narrow bounds as spring drew on; for another, in following the house, I was forced to quit her frequently, and she complained of loneliness: she preferred quarrelling with Joseph in the kitchen to sitting at peace in her solitude.
13 The first day or two my charge sat in a corner of the library, too sad for either reading or playing: in that quiet state she caused me little trouble; but it was succeeded by an interval of impatient, fretful weariness; and being too busy, and too old then, to run up and down amusing her, I hit on a method by which she might entertain herself.