1 Time brought resignation, and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
2 They were too much absorbed in their mutual joy to suffer embarrassment.
3 To my joy, he left us, after giving this judicious counsel, and Hindley stretched himself on the hearthstone.
4 It was very, very sad: and while I read I sighed, for it seemed as if all joy had vanished from the world, never to be restored.
5 Master Heathcliff received us with greater animation on this occasion: not the animation of high spirits though, nor yet of joy; it looked more like fear.
6 Heathcliff stood at the open door; he was pale, and he trembled: yet, certainly, he had a strange joyful glitter in his eyes, that altered the aspect of his whole face.
7 He maintained a hard, careless deportment, indicative of neither joy nor sorrow: if anything, it expressed a flinty gratification at a piece of difficult work successfully executed.
8 I removed the habit, and there shone forth beneath a grand plaid silk frock, white trousers, and burnished shoes; and, while her eyes sparkled joyfully when the dogs came bounding up to welcome her, she dared hardly touch them lest they should fawn upon her splendid garments.