Hindley wanted some water, and I handed him a glass, and asked him how he was.
'"Not as ill as I wish," he replied.

"But leaving out my arm, every inch of me is as sore as if I had been fighting with a legion of imps!" '"Yes, no wonder," was my next remark.

"Catherine used to boast that she stood between you and bodily harm: she meant that certain persons would not hurt you for fear of offending her.

It's well people don't _really_ rise from their grave, or, last night, she might have witnessed a repulsive scene! Are not you bruised, and cut over your chest and shoulders ?" '"I can't say," he answered, "but what do you mean?
Did he dare to strike me when I was down ?" '"He trampled on and kicked you, and dashed you on the ground," I whispered.

"And his mouth watered to tear you with his teeth; because he's only half man: not so much, and the rest fiend." 'Mr.Earnshaw looked up, like me, to the countenance of our mutual foe; who, absorbed in his anguish, seemed insensible to anything around him: the longer he stood, the plainer his reflections revealed their blackness through his features.
'"Oh, if God would but give me strength to strangle him in my last agony, I'd go to hell with joy," groaned the impatient man, writhing to rise, and sinking back in despair, convinced of his inadequacy for the struggle.
'"Nay, it's enough that he has murdered one of you," I observed aloud.
"At the Grange, every one knows your sister would have been living now had it not been for Mr.Heathcliff.