ledged himself: she kissed him fervently, and they gazed with wonder at the change time had wrought in the appearance of each.
Catherine had reached her full height; her figure was both plump and slender, elastic as steel, and her whole aspect sparkling with health and spirits. Linton's looks and movements were very languid, and his form extremely slight; but there was a grace in his manner that mitigated these defects, and rendered him not unpleasing.
After exchanging numerous marks of fondness with him, his cousin went to Mr. Heathcliff, who lingered by the door, dividing his attention between the objects inside, and those that lay without, pretending, that is, to observe the latter, and really noting the former alone.
"And you are my uncle, then!" she cried, reaching up to salute him. "I thought I liked you, though you were cross, at first. "Why don't you visit at the Grange with Linton?
