

| I had a peep at a dirty, ragged, black-haired child (32)This was Heathliff’s first introduction to the family (33) | And…that Earnshaw, Hareton Earnshaw…he is the late Mr. Linton’s nephew (30)Hareton—now a great strong lad (177) |
| Edgar stood on the hearth weeping silently (42-43) | This is your cousin Cathy, Linton (184) Is he not a handsome lad (200) |
| But Heathliff’s violent nature was not prepared to endure the appearance of impertinence from one whom he seemed to hate (52) | The fool stared, with a grin hovering about his lips, and a scowl gathering over his eyes (229) He reddened (229) |
| Mr. Edgar was taken with a nervous trembling, and his countenance grew deadly pale (105) | Linton was lying on the settle, and half got up to welcome me (229) I’m ill tonight Catherine (229) |
| The fellow approached and gave the chair…a push (106) He…sprang erect, and struck him full on the throat a blow that would have leveled a slighter man (106) | Earnshaw burst the door open: having gathered venom with reflection (230)He advanced direct to us, seized Linton by the arm, and swung him off the seat (230) |
| I’d rather see Edgar at bay than you (106) | I took hold of Linton’s hands, and tried to pull him away (230) |