I don't pretend to be intimately acquainted with the mode of living customary in those days at Wuthering Heights: I only speak from hearsay; for I saw little.

The villagers affirmed Mr.Heathcliff was _near_, and a cruel hard landlord to his tenants; but the house, inside, had regained its ancient aspect of comfort under female management, and the scenes of riot common in Hindley's time were not now enacted within its walls.

The master was too gloomy to seek companionship with any people, good or bad; and he is yet.
This, however, is not making progress with my story.

Miss Cathy rejected the peace-offering of the terrier, and demanded her own dogs, Charlie and Phoenix.

They came limping and hanging their heads; and we set out for home, sadly out of sorts, every one of us.