I wish I could hold you," she continued bitterly, "till we were both dead!

Whether it is right or advisable to create beings like Heathcliff, I do not know: I scarcely think it is.

I love my murderer--but yours? How can I?

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

And I pray one prayer--I repeat it till my tongue stiffens--Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living! You said I killed you--haunt me, then!...Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!

Are you possessed with a devil,' he pursued, savagely, 'to talk in that manner to me when you are dying? Do you reflect that all those words will be branded in my memory, and eating deeper eternally after you have left me?