'She got steeped in the shower of yesterday evening, and there she has sat the night through, and I couldn't prevail on her to stir.' Mr.Earnshaw stared at us in surprise.

'The night through,' he repeated.
'What kept her up?
not fear of the thunder, surely?
That was over hours since.' Neither of us wished to mention Heathcliff's absence, as long as we could conceal it; so I replied, I didn't know how she took it into her head to sit up; and she said nothing.

The morning was fresh and cool; I threw back the lattice, and presently the room filled with sweet scents from the garden; but Catherine called peevishly to me, 'Ellen, shut the window.

I'm starving!' And her teeth chattered as she shrank closer to the almost extinguished embers.
'She's ill,' said Hindley, taking her wrist; 'I suppose that's the reason she would not go to bed.

Damn it! I don't want to be troubled with more sickness here.