Chapter 1
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     I took a seat at the end of the hearthstone opposite that towards which my landlord advanced, and fill1ed up an interval of silence by attempting to caress the canine mother, who had left her nursery, and was sneaking wolfishly to the back of my legs, her lip curled up, her white teeth watering for a snatch.
Page 6
     Not anxious to come in contact with their fangs, I sat still—but imaging they would scarcely understand tacit insults, unfortunately indulged in winking and making faces at the trio, and some turn of my physiognomy so irritated madam, that she sudden broke into a fury, and leapt on my knees. I flung her back, and hastened to interpose the table between us. This proceeding aroused the whole hive.
Chapter 2
Page 15
     On opening the little door, two hairy monsters flew at my throat, bearing me down and extinguishing the light, while a mingled guffaw, from Heathcliff and Hareton, put the copestone on my rage and humiliation.
Chapter 4
Page 33
     As an instance, I remember Mr. Earnshaw once bought a couple of colts at the parish fair, and gave the lads each one.
Chapter 10
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     You are a dog in the manger, Cathy, and desire no one to be loved but yourself!
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     You are an impertinent little monkey!
Page 89, Line 27
     We were quarrelling like cats about you, Heathcliff.
Page 90, Line 3
     And he stared hard at the object of discourse, as one might do at a strange repulsive animal, a centipede from the Indies, for instance, which curiosity leads one to examine in spite of the aversion it raises.
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     I felt that God had forsaken the stray sheep there to its own wicked wanderings, and an evil beast prowled between it and the fold, waiting his time to spring and destroy.
Chapter 27
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     Her cousin had shrunk into a corner of the settle, as quiet as a mouse, congratulating himself, I dare say.
P229,Ph1, last four lines
“ He’ll undertake to torture any number of cats if their teeth be drawn, and their claws pared.
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    “ Keep your eft’s fingers off; and move, or I’ll kick you!” cried Heathcliff, brutally repulsing her. “I’d rather be hugged by a snake. How the devil can you dream of fawning on me? I detest you!”