In vapid listlessness I leant my head against the window, and continued spelling over Catherine Earnshaw - Heathcliff - Linton, till my eyes closed; but they had not rested five minutes when a glare of white letters started from the dark, as vivid as spectres - the air swarmed with Catherines; and rousing myself to dispel the obtrusive name, I discovered my candle-wick reclining on one of the antique volumes, and perfuming the place with an odour of roasted calf-skin.
An immediate interest kindled within me for the unknown Catherine, and I began forthwith to decipher her faded hieroglyphics.
I suppose Catherine fulfilled her project, for the next sentence took up another subject: she waxed lachrymose.
And that minx, Catherine Linton, or Earnshaw, or however she was called - she must have been a changeling - wicked little soul
From him we inquire o f the goings of the Czarina Catherine.
For it soon became apparent to all that the Czarina Catherine would not sail as was expected.
Van Helsing roughly put the facts before us first, "The Czarina Catherine left the Thames yesterday morning.
When dinner-time drew nigh, Catherine took a nice steak, which was all the meat she had, and put it on the fire to fry.
It's all gone, and "what can't be cured must be endured",' said Catherine.
Now all this time the ale was running too, for Catherine had not turned the cock; and when the jug was full the liquor ran upon the floor till the cask was empty.
Morland was a very good woman, and wished to see her children everything they ought to be; but her time was so much occupied in lying-in and teaching the little ones, that her elder daughters were inevitably left to shift for themselves; and it was not very wonderful that Catherine, who had by nature nothing heroic about her, should prefer cricket, baseball, riding on horseback, and running about the country at the age of fourteen, to books -- or at least books of information -- for, provided that nothing like useful knowledge could be gained from them, provided they were all story and no reflection, she had never any objection to books at all.
Morland were all compliance, and Catherine all happiness.
It would have to be put an end to, and it would end in one only of two ways: either he must become wholly Bill Totts and be married to Mary Condon, or he must remain wholly Freddie Drummond and be married to Catherine Van Vorst.
He devoted himself to Catherine Van Vorst, and day by day found more to respect and admire in her--nay, even to love in her.
The wedding was two weeks off, when, one afternoon, in San Francisco, Catherine Van Vorst picked him up and whisked him away to see a Boys' Club, recently instituted by the settlement workers in whom she was interested.