Linton's looks and movements were very languid, and his form extremely slight; but there was a grace in his manner that mitigated these defects, and rendered him not unpleasing.
After exchanging numerous marks of fondness with him, his cousin went to Mr.Heathcliff, who lingered by the door, dividing his attention between the objects inside and those that lay without: pretending, that is, to observe the latter, and really noting the former alone.
'And you are my uncle, then!' she cried, reaching up to salute him.

'I thought I liked you, though you were cross at first.

Why don't you visit at the Grange with Linton?
To live all these years such close neighbours, and never see us, is odd: what have you done so for ?' 'I visited it once or twice too often before you were born,' he answered.
'There--damn it! If you have any kisses to spare, give them to Linton: they are thrown away on me.' 'Naughty Ellen!' exclaimed Catherine, flying to attack me next with her lavish caresses.

'Wicked Ellen! to try to hinder me from entering.

But I'll take this walk every morning in future: may I, uncle?
and sometimes bring papa.