I’m sure you would have as much pleasure as I in witnessing the conclusion of the fiend’s existence; he’ll be YOUR death unless you overreach him; and he’ll be MY ruin.

I’m really extremely angry; only I’m so pleased I can’t show it!

Linton lay on the settle, sole tenant, sucking a stick of sugar-candy, and pursuing my movements with apathetic eyes.

I shrieked out that frightens her she heard papa coming, and she broke the hinges and divided the case, and gave me her mother’s portrait; the other she attempted to hide: but papa asked what was the matter, and I explained it.

I get levers and mattocks to demolish the two houses, and train myself to be capable of working like Hercules, and when everything is ready and in my power, I find the will to lift a slate off either roof has vanished!

‘And what is my father like?’ he asked.

‘Tut, tut!’ said Heathcliff, stretching out a hand and dragging him roughly between his knees, and then holding up his head by the chin.

And the first who passes the limits I fix shall I’ll not say what he shall be done to but, you’ll see!

I uttered as little as possible against Linton; nor did I describe all his father’s brutal conduct my intentions being to add no bitterness, if I could help it, to his already over-flowing cup.

She went sadly on: there was no running or bounding now, though the chill wind might well have tempted her to race.

He imagined himself to be as accomplished as Linton, I suppose, because he could spell his own name; and was marvellously discomfited that I didn’t think the same.’

‘Come, come, there’s a good child,’ I whispered, leading him in.

Some of them struck me as singularly odd compounds of ardour and flatness; commencing in strong feeling, and concluding in the affected, wordy style that a schoolboy might use to a fancied, incorporeal sweetheart.

‘But wait, and you shall hear if he conned his A B C to please me; and if it were worth while being civil to the brute.

She emptied her blackened pieces into the flames, and motioned me to finish the immolation.

But, for all that, I was not going to sympathise with him the brute beast!

I was not aware how openly I grieved, till Earnshaw halted opposite, in his measured walk, and gave me a stare of newly-awakened surprise.

He talked now, freely enough; and she presently saw fit to retreat to her solitude: but the frost had set in, and, in spite of her pride, she was forced to condescend to our company, more and more.

There, you won’t answer.

And though frequently, when she looked in to bid me good-night, I remarked a fresh colour in her cheeks and a pinkness over her slender fingers, instead of fancying the line borrowed from a cold ride across the moors, I laid it to the charge of a hot fire in the library.

I hate them.’

‘Hush,’ murmured Linton; ‘for God’s sake, hush!

‘About his work in the stable,’ was my answer.

I wouldn’t be you!’

I HED aimed to dee wheare I’d sarved fur sixty year; and I thowt I’d lug my books up into t’ garret, and all my bits o’ stuff, and they sud hev’ t’ kitchen to theirseln; for t’ sake o’ quietness.

And it is like bending back a stiff spring: it is by compulsion that I do the slightest act not prompted by one thought; and by compulsion that I notice anything alive or dead, which is not associated with one universal idea.

Zillah, Zillah!’

It is enough!

Though provided with a large library, I’m frequently very dull at the Grange; take my books away, and I should be desperate!’

‘Yes, indeed,’ responded her reprover.

I’ll continue it in her own words, only a little condensed.

I do not know whether it was sorrow for him, but his cousin put on as sad a countenance as himself, and returned to her father.

‘Na ay!

They had invited them to spend the morrow at Wuthering Heights, and the invitation had been accepted, on one condition: Mrs. Linton begged that her darlings might be kept carefully apart from that ‘naughty swearing boy.’

‘No,’ was the muttered reply.

And often, from the side of my eye, I could detect her raising a hand, and brushing something off her cheek.

Hareton’s chest heaved in silence a minute: he laboured under a severe sense of mortification and wrath, which it was no easy task to suppress.

‘What a realisation of something more romantic than a fairy tale it would have been for Mrs. Linton Heathcliff, had she and I struck up an attachment, as her good nurse desired, and migrated together into the stirring atmosphere of the town!’

Nay, we’ve noa PARLOURS.

‘Is he not a handsome lad?’ he continued.

I was rocking Hareton on my knee, and humming a song that began, -

What are you sulky for?

‘None can tell whether you won’t die before us,’ I replied.

My slumber was deep and sweet, though over far too soon.

Mrs. Earnshaw loved the music, and so they gave us plenty.

‘My name is Hareton Earnshaw,’ growled the other; ‘and I’d counsel you to respect it!’

Do try to behave like a gentleman, now do!’

‘Damn the fool!

‘LOVING!

And that when you sneered at and despised me, and Go on plaguing me, and I’ll step in yonder, and say you worried me out of the kitchen!’