But I think he's safe from _her_ love.

I'll pit him against that paltry creature, unless it bestir itself briskly.

We calculate it will scarcely last till it is eighteen.

Oh, confound the vapid thing! He's absorbed in drying his feet, and never looks at her .-- Linton!' 'Yes, father,' answered the boy.
'Have you nothing to show your cousin anywhere about, not even a rabbit or a weasel's nest?
Take her into the garden, before you change your shoes; and into the stable to see your horse.' 'Wouldn't you rather sit here ?' asked Linton, addressing Cathy in a tone which expressed reluctance to move again.
'I don't know,' she replied, casting a longing look to the door, and evidently eager to be active.
He kept his seat, and shrank closer to the fire.

Heathcliff rose, and went into the kitchen, and from thence to the yard, calling out for Hareton.