1 She paused, and resumed with a strange smile.
2 I was sweeping the hearth, and I noticed a mischievous smile on her lips.
3 His eyes met mine so keen and fierce, I started; and then he seemed to smile.
4 This pleased him, for he was not much better: he dried his eyes, and lightened into a faint smile.
5 Heathcliff smiled again, as if it were rather too bold a jest to attribute the paternity of that bear to him.
6 The stanchions stood too close to suffer his shoulders to follow, and I smiled, exulting in my fancied security.
7 Her brow smooth, her lids closed, her lips wearing the expression of a smile; no angel in heaven could be more beautiful than she appeared.
8 She was conscious of his aim, and in her better moods endured his efforts placidly, only showing their uselessness by now and then suppressing a wearied sigh, and checking him at last with the saddest of smiles and kisses.
9 Cathy threatened that his library should pay for hers; and, smiling as she passed Hareton, went singing up-stairs: lighter of heart, I venture to say, than ever she had been under that roof before; except, perhaps, during her earliest visits to Linton.
10 My young lady gave him several looks, as if she could not exactly make up her mind what to think of him; but now he smiled when he met her eye, and softened his voice in addressing her; and I was foolish enough to imagine the memory of her mother might disarm him from desiring her injury.
11 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.