It formed a sweet picture.

The long light hair curled slightly on the temples; the eyes were large and serious; the figure almost too graceful.

I did not marvel how Catherine Earnshaw could forget her first friend for such an individual.

I marvelled much how he, with a mind to correspond with his person, could fancy my idea of Catherine Earnshaw.
'A very agreeable portrait,' I observed to the house-keeper.

'Is it like ?' 'Yes,' she answered; 'but he looked better when he was animated; that is his everyday countenance: he wanted spirit in general.' Catherine had kept up her acquaintance with the Lintons since her five-weeks' residence among them; and as she had no temptation to show her rough side in their company, and had the sense to be ashamed of being rude where she experienced such invariable courtesy, she imposed unwittingly on the old lady and gentleman by her ingenious cordiality; gained the admiration of Isabella, and the heart and soul of her brother: acquisitions that flattered her from the first--for she was full of ambition--and led her to adopt a double character without exactly intending to deceive any one.