Грозовий перевал

           Youaremiserable,areyounot?Lonely,likethedevil,andenviouslikehim?Nobodylovesyou—nobodywillcryforyouwhenyoudie!Iwouldn’tbeyou!"

           Catherinespokewithakindofdrearytriumph:sheseemedtohavemadeuphermindtoenterintothespiritofherfuturefamily,anddrawpleasurefromthegriefsofherenemies.

           "Youshallbesorrytobeyourselfpresently,"saidherfather-in-law,"ifyoustandthereanotherminute.Begone,witch,andgetyourthings!"

           Shescornfullywithdrew.Inherabsence,IbegantobegforZillah’splaceattheHeights,offeringtoresignminetoher;buthewouldsufferitonnoaccount.Hebidmebesilent;andthen,forthefirsttime,allowedhimselfaglanceroundtheroomandalookatthepictures.HavingstudiedMrs.Linton’s,hesaid:

           "Ishallhavethathome.NotbecauseIneedit,but-"Heturnedabruptlytothefire,andcontinued,withwhat,forlackofabetterword,Imustcallasmile—"I’lltellyouwhatIdidyesterday!Igotthesexton,whowasdiggingLinton’sgrave,toremovetheearthoffhercoffin-lid,andIopenedit.Ithought,once,Iwouldhavestayedthere:whenIsawherfaceagain—itishersyet!—hehadhardworktostirme;buthesaiditwouldchangeiftheairblewonit,andsoIstruckonesideofthecoffinloose,andcovereditup:notLinton’sside,damnhim!Iwishhe’dbeensolderedinlead.