May she wake in torment!’ [...] ‘Why, she’s a liar to
the end! Where is she? Not there - not in heaven - not
perished - where? Oh! you said you cared nothing for my
sufferings! 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!
The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I
know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me
always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not
leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God!
it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I
cannot live without my soul!