1 Catherine, contented at first, in a brief space grew irritable and restless.
2 Regardless of this warning, she captured his closed hand and its contents again.
3 You must have forgotten the contents of the book, and you may not have space to search it now.
4 He had been content with daily labour and rough animal enjoyments, till Catherine crossed his path.
5 Heathcliff had opened the trinket and cast out its contents, replacing them by a black lock of his own.
6 Mr. Earnshaw, provided he saw him healthy and never heard him cry, was contented, as far as regarded him.
7 Having opened, I emptied the whole contents into my apron, and took them with me to examine at leisure in my own chamber.
8 Wuthering Heights and Mr. Heathcliff did not exist for her: she was a perfect recluse; and, apparently, perfectly contented.
9 She did not stay to retaliate, but re-entered in a minute, bearing a reaming silver pint, whose contents I lauded with becoming earnestness.
10 One day, as she inspected this drawer, I observed that the playthings and trinkets which recently formed its contents were transmuted into bits of folded paper.