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1.She was the most winning thing that ever brought sunshine into a desolate house
2.He inquired, turning to take a last glance into the valley, whence a light mist mounted and formed a fleecy clound on the skirts of the blue
3.I  found plenty of entertainment in listening to the larks singing far and near, and enjoying the sweet, warm sunshine; and watching her ,my pet, my delight, with her golden ringlets flying loose behind, and her bright cheekl, as soft and pure in its bloom as a wild rose, and her eyes radiant with cloudless  pleasure. She was a happy creature and an angel.  
4.a fresh watery afternoon,when the turf and paths were rustling with moist,withered leaves, and the cold, blue sky was half hidden by clouds-----dark grey streamers, rapidly mounting from the west, and boding abudant rain.
5."winter is not here yet. There is a little flower,up yonder, the last bud from the multitude of bluebells that clouded those turf steps in July with a lilac mist. Will you clamber up, and pluck it to show papa?"
6.He said the pleasantest manner of spending a hot July day was lying from morning till evening on a bank of heath in the middle of moors, with the bee humming dreamily about among the bloom, and the larks singing high up overhead, and the blue sky and bright sun shining steadily and cloudlessly.
7. But mine was roking in a rustling green tree with a west wind blowing, and bright white clouds flitting rapidly above; and not only larks, but throstles, and black-birds, and linnets, and cuckoos pouring out music on every side, and the moor seen at a distance,broken into cool, dusky dell; but close by great swells of long grass undulating in waves and wild with joy. He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee
8. It was a close,sultry day;devoid of sunshine, but with a sky too dappled and hazy to threaten rain.
9.every breath from the hill so full of life, that it seemed whoever respired it , though dying, might revive, Catherine's face was just like the landscape----shadows and sunshine flitting over it in rapid succession; but the shadows rested longer, and the sunshine was more transient; and her poor little heart reproached itself for even that passing forgetfulness of its cares.
10."I know he has a bad nature," said Catherine :"he's your son,But I'm glad I've a better, to forgive it; and I know he loves me, and for that reason I love him,Mr. Heathcliff , you have nobody to love you; and however miserable you make us, we shall still have the revenge of thinking that your cruelty arises from your greater misery. You are so miserable, are you not? Lonely, like the devil ,and envious like? Nobody loves you--nobody will cry for you when you die! I wouldn't be you!"
11.It was sweet, warm weather---too warm for travelling; but the heat did not hinder me from enjoying the delightful scenery above and below: had I seen it nearer August, I'm sure it would have tempted me to waste a time a month among its solitudes. In winter nothing more dreary, in summer nothing more divine, than those glens shut in by hill, and those bluff bold swells of heath.
12. the weather was sweet and warm, the green as green as showers and sun could make it, and the two dwarf apple trees near the southern wall in full bloom,


13.f all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be;  and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it.---My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being