[Lockwood:] I began to feel unmistakably out of place in that pleasant family circle. (2.63)
The ledge, where I placed my candle, had a few mildewed books piled up in one corner; and it was covered with writing scratched on the paint. This writing , however, was nothing but a name repeated in all kinds of characters, large and small – Catherine Earnshaw, here and there varied to Catherine Heathcliff, and then again to Catherine Linton. (3.7)
"I see the house at Wuthering Heights has 'Earnshaw' carved over the front door. Are they an old family?"
"Very old, sir; and Hareton is the last of them, as our Miss Cathy is of us – I mean, of the Lintons." (4.27)