1 My young lady, on witnessing his intense anguish, stooped to raise him.
2 I read in his countenance what anguish it was to offer that sacrifice to spleen.
3 She told me that her anguish had at last spurred Linton to incur the risk of liberating her.
4 For his life he could not avert that excess of emotion: mingled anguish and humiliation overcame him completely.
5 It expressed, plainer than words could do, the intensest anguish at having made himself the instrument of thwarting his own revenge.
6 And now he stared at her so earnestly that I thought the very intensity of his gaze would bring tears into his eyes; but they burned with anguish: they did not melt.
7 His young and fair features were almost as deathlike as those of the form beside him, and almost as fixed: but his was the hush of exhausted anguish, and hers of perfect peace.
8 And whatever it was, it communicated, apparently, both pleasure and pain in exquisite extremes: at least the anguished, yet raptured, expression of his countenance suggested that idea.
9 The anguish he had exhibited on the moor subsided as soon as ever he entered Wuthering Heights; so I guessed he had been menaced with an awful visitation of wrath if he failed in decoying us there; and, that accomplished, he had no further immediate fears.
10 There was such anguish in the gush of grief that accompanied this raving, that my compassion made me overlook its folly, and I drew off, half angry to have listened at all, and vexed at having related my ridiculous nightmare, since it produced that agony; though why was beyond my comprehension.