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Chapter 17
‘Andhismouthwateredtotearyouwithhisteeth;becausehe’sonlyhalfman:notsomuch,andtherestfiend.’
"Mr.Earnshawlookedup,likeme,tothecountenanceofourmutualfoe;who,absorbedinhisanguish,seemedinsensibletoanythingaroundhim:thelongerhestood,theplainerhisreflectionsrevealedtheirblacknessthroughhisfeatures.
"’Oh,ifGodwouldbutgivemestrengthtostranglehiminmylastagony,I’dgotohellwithjoy,’groanedtheimpatientman,writhingtorise,andsinkingbackindespair,convincedofhisinadequacyforthestruggle.
"’Nay,it’senoughthathehasmurderedoneofyou,’Iobservedaloud.‘AttheGrange,everyoneknowsyoursisterwouldhavebeenlivingnow,haditnotbeenforMr.Heathcliff.Afterall,itispreferabletobehatedthanlovedbyhim.WhenIrecollecthowhappywewere—howhappyCatherinewasbeforehecame—I’mfittocursetheday.’
"Mostlikely,Heathcliffnoticedmorethetruthofwhatwassaid,thanthespiritofthepersonwhosaidit.Hisattentionwasroused,Isaw,forhiseyesraineddowntearsamongtheashes,andhedrewhisbreathinsuffocatingsighs.Istaredfullathim,andlaughedscornfully.Thecloudedwindowsofhellflashedamomenttowardsme;thefiendwhichusuallylookedout,however,wassodimmedanddrownedthatIdidnotfeartohazardanothersoundofderision.
"’Getup,andbegoneoutofmysight,’saidthemourner.
"Iguessedheutteredthosewords,atleast,thoughhisvoicewashardlyintelligible.
