Time had little altered his person either.

There was the same man: his dark face rather sallower and more composed, his frame a stone or two heavier, perhaps, and no other difference.

Catherine had risen with an impulse to dash out, when she saw him.
'Stop!' he said, arresting her by the arm.

'No more runnings away! Where would you go?
I'm come to fetch you home; and I hope you'll be a dutiful daughter and not encourage my son to further disobedience.

I was embarrassed how to punish him when I discovered his part in the business: he's such a cobweb, a pinch would annihilate him; but you'll see by his look that he has received his due! I brought him down one evening, the day before yesterday, and just set him in a chair, and never touched him afterwards.