'Kiss me again; and don't let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me.

I love _my_ murderer--but _yours_! How can I ?' They were silent--their faces hid against each other, and washed by each other's tears.

At least, I suppose the weeping was on both sides; as it seemed Heathcliff could weep on a great occasion like this.
I grew very uncomfortable, meanwhile; for the afternoon wore fast away, the man whom I had sent off returned from his errand, and I could distinguish, by the shine of the western sun up the valley, a concourse thickening outside Gimmerton chapel porch.
'Service is over,' I announced.

'My master will be here in half an hour.' Heathcliff groaned a curse, and strained Catherine closer: she never moved.
Ere long I perceived a group of the servants passing up the road towards the kitchen wing.

Mr.Linton was not far behind; he opened the gate himself and sauntered slowly up, probably enjoying the lovely afternoon that breathed as soft as summer.
'Now he is here,' I exclaimed.