The other, I felt certain, recalled it often in the course of the evening.

I saw him smile to himself--grin rather--and lapse into ominous musing whenever Mrs.Linton had occasion to be absent from the apartment.
I determined to watch his movements.

My heart invariably cleaved to the master's, in preference to Catherine's side: with reason I imagined, for he was kind, and trustful, and honourable; and she--she could not be called _opposite_, yet she seemed to allow herself such wide latitude, that I had little faith in her principles, and still less sympathy for her feelings.

I wanted something to happen which might have the effect of freeing both Wuthering Heights and the Grange of Mr.Heathcliff quietly; leaving us as we had been prior to his advent.

His visits were a continual nightmare to me; and, I suspected, to my master also.