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Chapter 15
Whyshouldn’tyousuffer?Ido!Willyouforgetme?WillyoubehappywhenIamintheearth?Willyousaytwentyyearshence,‘That’sthegraveofCatherineEarnshaw.Ilovedherlongago,andwaswretchedtoloseher;butitispast.I’velovedmanyotherssince:mychildrenaredearertomethanshewas;andatdeath,IshallnotrejoicethatIamgoingtoher;IshallbesorrythatImustleavethem!Willyousayso,Heathcliff?"
"Don’ttorturemetillIamasmadasyourself,"criedhe,wrenchinghisheadfree,andgrindinghisteeth.
Thetwo,toacoolspectator,madeastrangeandfearfulpicture.WellmightCatherinedeemthatheavenwouldbealandofexiletoher,unlesswithhermortalbodyshecastawayhermoralcharacteralso.Herpresentcountenancehadawildvindictivenessinitswhitecheek,andabloodlesslipandscintillatingeye;andsheretainedinherclosedfingersaportionofthelocksshehadbeengrasping.Astohercompanion,whileraisinghimselfwithonehand,hehadtakenherarmwiththeother;andsoinadequatewashisstockofgentlenesstotherequirementsofhercondition,thatonhislettinggoIsawfourdistinctimpressionsleftblueinthecolourlessskin.
"Areyoupossessedwithadevil,"hepursuedsavagely.
