1 I said Mrs. Heathcliff lived above a dozen years after quitting her husband.
2 Her husband took his stand on the hearthstone, near me, and began to put questions concerning Catherine.
3 When I refused to go, and when she found her entreaties did not move me, she went lamenting to her husband and brother.
4 But the poor dame had reason to repent of her kindness: she and her husband both took the fever, and died within a few days of each other.
5 Her husband lies in the same spot now; and they have each a simple headstone above, and a plain grey block at their feet, to mark the graves.
6 We had not yet lighted a candle, but all the apartment was visible, even to the portraits on the wall: the splendid head of Mrs. Linton, and the graceful one of her husband.
7 When I could get him to listen, I saw it pleased him that his sister had left her husband; whom he abhorred with an intensity which the mildness of his nature would scarcely seem to allow.
8 Catherine lay in a troubled sleep: her husband had succeeded in soothing the excess of frenzy; he now hung over her pillow, watching every shade and every change of her painfully expressive features.
9 Mr. Earnshaw was, of course, invited to attend the remains of his sister to the grave; he sent no excuse, but he never came; so that, besides her husband, the mourners were wholly composed of tenants and servants.
10 Catherine had seasons of gloom and silence now and then: they were respected with sympathising silence by her husband, who ascribed them to an alteration in her constitution, produced by her perilous illness; as she was never subject to depression of spirits before.