Emily Jane Brontë

she said, with angry animation. ‘You are one of those things that are ever found when least wanted, and when you are wanted, never!

He is a dark—skinned gipsy in aspect, in dress and manners a gentleman:

He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to be loved or hated again.

he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire

wincing. ‘I should not allow any one to inconvenience me, if I could hinder it—walk in!’

The ‘walk in’ was uttered with closed teeth, a

You may also tell him that the mother of Linton desired him to remain under my guardianship; and, at present, his health is very precarious.’

Terror made me cruel;

leased him rarely to see her gentle—and saying, ‘Why canst thou not always be a good lass, Cathy?’ And she turned her face up to his, and laughed, and answered, ‘Why cannot you always be a good man, father?’

no parson in the world ever pictured heaven so beautifully as they did, in their innocent talk; and, while I sobbed and listened, I could not help wishing we were all there safe together.

No, I'm running on too fast: I bestow my own attributes over-liberally on him.