1 There was another sigh, close at my ear.
2 Vigorous puffs, and a resolute stare into the grate, declared he had no ear for this appeal.
3 Gimmerton chapel bells were still ringing; and the full, mellow flow of the beck in the valley came soothingly on the ear.
4 Gimmerton was an unsubstantial name in her ears; the chapel, the only building she had approached or entered, except her own home.
5 In an instant one was wrung free, and the astonished young man felt it applied over his own ear in a way that could not be mistaken for jest.
6 He fixed his eye on me longer than I cared to return the stare, for fear I might be tempted either to box his ears or render my hilarity audible.
7 The scene was over in two minutes; Catherine, released, put her two hands to her temples, and looked just as if she were not sure whether her ears were off or on.
8 It struck beneath my ear, and stopped the sentence I was uttering; but, pulling it out, I sprang to the door and delivered another; which I hope went a little deeper than his missile.
9 As I spoke, I observed a large dog lying on the sunny grass beneath raise its ears as if about to bark, and then smoothing them back, announce, by a wag of the tail, that some one approached whom it did not consider a stranger.
10 And of Wuthering Heights Catherine was thinking as she listened: that is, if she thought or listened at all; but she had the vague, distant look I mentioned before, which expressed no recognition of material things either by ear or eye.