Are we going to murder folk on our very door-stones?

There now she’ll lend you her arm: that’s right, look at her.

Do point out some landmarks by which I may know my way home: I have no more idea how to get there than you would have how to get to London!’

Oh, give me the poker!

‘I’d rayther, by th’ haulf, hev’ ‘em swearing i’ my lugs fro’h morn to neeght, nor hearken ye hahsiver!’ said the tenant of the kitchen, in answer to an unheard speech of Nelly’s.

‘What prey, Robert?’ hallooed Linton from the entrance.

The rest of them do earn their bread you live on my charity!

‘Yes, very well,’ I replied, hesitatingly.

‘None o’ me!

‘Nelly, help me to convince her of her madness.

For the rest, after the first six months, she grew like a larch, and could walk and talk too, in her own way, before the heath blossomed a second time over Mrs. Linton’s dust.

If his servants oppose me, I shall threaten them off with these pistols.

‘Yet, for my sake, you must be friends now.

‘Well, because he is handsome, and pleasant to be with.’

I shall not pity you, not I.

‘I’m sorry I hurt you, Linton,’ she said at length, racked beyond endurance.

Fortunately, no thought of worldly affairs crossed the latter’s mind, to disturb him, after his daughter’s arrival.

Come away: as soon as he knows there is nobody by to care for his nonsense, he’ll be glad to lie still.’

It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.

‘Mistress Dean?

You say you don’t expect them back for some time the young people?’

‘Oh, Edgar darling!

His abode at the Heights was an oppression past explaining.

The return of sunshine was welcomed by answering sunshine from him.

If you enter the kirkyard, you'll read, on his headstone, only that, and the date of his death.

I take so little interest in my daily life that I hardly remember to eat and drink.

I’ll not trust you over the threshold again, you naughty, naughty girl!’

It was fastened; and, I remember, that accursed Earnshaw and my wife opposed my entrance.

Will you’ (looking at me) ‘step into the kitchen and see?’

‘Ah!

‘Why, Joseph will take care of the house, and, perhaps, a lad to keep him company.

He got on to the bed, and wrenched open the lattice, bursting, as he pulled at it, into an uncontrollable passion of tears.

YESTERDAY afternoon set in misty and cold.

‘Stop, Miss Catherine, dear!’ I interrupted.

‘It’s a good opportunity, now that master is away,’ I answered aloud: ‘he hates me to be fidgeting over these things in his presence.

Miss Cathy had been sick, and that made her still; she leant against her father’s knee, and Heathcliff was lying on the floor with his head in her lap.

‘You must not go!’ she answered, holding him as firmly as her strength allowed.

But Mr. Heathcliff forms a singular contrast to his abode and style of living.

All warks togither for gooid to them as is chozzen, and piked out fro’ th’ rubbidge!

‘What has Heathcliff done to you?’ I asked.

It is probable Mr. Heathcliff proposed going from summer to summer, but never found a convenient opportunity; and now it is too late.

No!

And that is the slavering, shivering thing you preferred to me!

‘She’s sadly put out by Mr. Heathcliff’s behaviour: and, indeed, I do think it’s time to arrange his visits on another footing.

Heathcliff, aware that his opponent was ignorant of the treatment received while insensible, called him deliriously intoxicated; and said he should not notice his atrocious conduct further, but advised him to get to bed.

‘Yours is a wicked man,’ retorted Catherine; ‘and you are very naughty to dare to repeat what he says.

But I guess it’s raight!

I cannot recognise any sentiment which those around share with me.

‘There’s law in the land, thank God!

I sought, and soon discovered, the three headstones on the slope next the moor: on middle one grey, and half buried in the heath; Edgar Linton’s only harmonized by the turf and moss creeping up its foot; Heathcliff’s still bare.