'Oh, don't, don't go.

It is the last time! Edgar will not hurt us.

Heathcliff, I shall die! I shall die!' 'Damn the fool! There he is,' cried Heathcliff, sinking back into his seat.

'Hush, my darling! Hush, hush, Catherine! I'll stay.

If he shot me so, I'd expire with a blessing on my lips.' And there they were fast again.