1 She lay still now, her face bathed in tears.
2 Now, Catherine, you are letting your tears fall into my cup.
3 She sprang forward, and bursting into tears, threw her arms round my neck.
4 She now put no further restraint on her tears; her breath was stifled by sobs.
5 Hareton did not appear to feel this threat; so the tears sprang into her eyes with indignation.
6 Mrs. Linton saw Isabella tear herself free, and run into the garden; and a minute after, Heathcliff opened the door.
7 He got on to the bed, and wrenched open the lattice, bursting, as he pulled at it, into an uncontrollable passion of tears.
8 His attention was roused, I saw, for his eyes rained down tears among the ashes, and he drew his breath in suffocating sighs.
9 Her magnanimity provoked his tears: he wept wildly, kissing her supporting hands, and yet could not summon courage to speak out.
10 And now he stared at her so earnestly that I thought the very intensity of his gaze would bring tears into his eyes; but they burned with anguish: they did not melt.
11 We stayed till afternoon: I could not tear Miss Cathy away sooner; but happily my master had not quitted his apartment, and remained ignorant of our prolonged absence.
12 It struck me soon, however, there would be more sense in endeavouring to repair some of his wrongs than shedding tears over them: I got up and walked into the court to seek him.
13 Linton lavished on her the kindest caresses, and tried to cheer her by the fondest words; but, vaguely regarding the flowers, she let the tears collect on her lashes and stream down her cheeks unheeding.
14 Whether Catherine had spent her tears, or whether the grief were too weighty to let them flow, she sat there dry-eyed till the sun rose: she sat till noon, and would still have remained brooding over that deathbed, but I insisted on her coming away and taking some repose.