I shall be sorry for _you_.

I shall be incomparably beyond and above you all.

I _wonder_ he won't be near me!' She went on to herself.

'I thought he wished it.
Heathcliff, dear! you should not be sullen now.

Do come to me, Heathcliff.' In her eagerness she rose and supported herself on the arm of the chair.
At that earnest appeal he turned to her, looking absolutely desperate.
His eyes, wide and wet, at last flashed fiercely on her; his breast heaved convulsively.