1 He died blissfully, Mr. Lockwood: he died so.
2 By that means, it could not fall to Mr. Heathcliff should Linton die.
3 Mr. Kenneth was perplexed to pronounce of what disorder the master died.
4 He died quietly in his chair one October evening, seated by the fire-side.
5 You can feel in yourself it is impossible that a person should die for love of a stranger.
6 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.
7 Fortunately its mother died before the time arrived; some thirteen years after the decease of Catherine, when Linton was twelve, or a little more.
8 We deferred our excursion till the afternoon; a golden afternoon of August: every breath from the hills so full of life, that it seemed whoever respired it, though dying, might revive.
9 Mrs. Linton, on the third day, unbarred her door, and having finished the water in her pitcher and decanter, desired a renewed supply, and a basin of gruel, for she believed she was dying.
10 What her last illness was, I am not certain: I conjecture, they died of the same thing, a kind of fever, slow at its commencement, but incurable, and rapidly consuming life towards the close.
11 I could not picture a father treating a dying child as tyrannically and wickedly as I afterwards learned Heathcliff had treated him, to compel this apparent eagerness: his efforts redoubling the more imminently his avaricious and unfeeling plans were threatened with defeat by death.