'You think I speak from wicked selfishness ?' 'I'm certain you do,' retorted Isabella; 'and I shudder at you!' 'Good!' cried the other.

'Try for yourself, if that be your spirit: I have done, and yield the argument to your saucy insolence.'-- 'And I must suffer for her egotism!' she sobbed, as Mrs.Linton left the room.

'All, all is against me: she has blighted my single consolation.
But she uttered falsehoods, didn't she?
Mr.Heathcliff is not a fiend: he has an honourable soul, and a true one, or how could he remember her ?' 'Banish him from your thoughts, Miss,' I said.

'He's a bird of bad omen: no mate for you.

Mrs.Linton spoke strongly, and yet I can't contradict her.