I couldn't withhold giving some loose to my indignation; but Catherine angrily insisted on silence, and threatened to order me out of the kitchen, if I dared to be so presumptuous as to put in my insolent tongue.
'To hear you, people might think you were the mistress!' she cried.

'You want setting down in your right place! Heathcliff, what are you about, raising this stir?
I said you must let Isabella alone!--I beg you will, unless you are tired of being received here, and wish Linton to draw the bolts against you!' 'God forbid that he should try!' answered the black villain.

I detested him just then.

'God keep him meek and patient! Every day I grow madder after sending him to heaven!' 'Hush!' said Catherine, shutting the inner door! 'Don't vex me.

Why have you disregarded my request?
Did she come across you on purpose ?' 'What is it to you ?' he growled.