Early that morning Reddy would have been quite contented with one, but now that he was sure that he could get one, he wanted more.
I am sure he will soon become contented here.
" But Emily was too happy and contented to mope.
She contented herself with glaring at Emily—who was too happy and excited to mind glares.
So there was nothing to do but take Emily in with her; and when60 she had sacrificed comfort and inclination to do her unwelcome duty this ungrateful and unsatisfactory child was not contented.
"I don't suppose she'd be contented at New Moon, with three old people like us.
He would have been wholly contented but for one thing,—he had no well-filled storehouse.
Quack felt easier, and they talked in low, contented voices.
Sleep soon reigned: over those pillows, sleep won an easy supremacy: contented sovereign over heads and hearts which did not ache—he passed by the unquiet.
" And I would have contented, or, at least, I would clearly have enlightened him, and taught him well never again to expect of me the part of officious soubrette in a love drama; when, following his, soft, eager, murmur, meeting almost his pleading, mellow—"Do content me, Lucy!
My small adopted duty must be snatched from my easily contented conscience.
Paddy wouldn't have been contented without me.
He seemed well contented with his existence and people let him alone, since that was the greatest kindness they could do him.
I don't see why people can't be contented on dry land.
Catherine, contented at first, in a brief space grew irritable and restless.
She didn't thank him; still, he felt gratified that she had accepted his assistance, and ventured to stand behind as she examined them, and even to stoop and point out what struck his fancy in certain old pictures which they contained; nor was he daunted by the saucy style in which she jerked the page from his finger: he contented himself with going a bit farther back and looking at her instead of the book.
You're too young to rest always contented, living by yourself; and I some way fancy no one could see Catherine Linton and not love her.
Heathcliff did not exist for her: she was a perfect recluse; and, apparently, perfectly contented.
Earnshaw, provided he saw him healthy and never heard him cry, was contented, as far as regarded him.
Hindley and Cathy contented themselves with looking and listening till peace was restored: then, both began searching their father's pockets for the presents he had promised them.
