I presume, because, with that face, I'm sure you cannot help being good-hearted.

Do point out some landmarks by which I may know my way home: I have no more idea how to get there than you would have how to get to London!' 'Take the road you came,' she answered, ensconcing herself in a chair, with a candle, and the long book open before her.

'It is brief advice, but as sound as I can give.' 'Then, if you hear of me being discovered dead in a bog or a pit full of snow, your conscience won't whisper that it is partly your fault ?' 'How so?
I cannot escort you.

They wouldn't let me go to the end of the garden wall.' '_You_! I should be sorry to ask you to cross the threshold, for my convenience, on such a night,' I cried.

'I want you to tell me my way, not to _show_ it: or else to persuade Mr.Heathcliff to give me a guide.' 'Who?
There is himself, Earnshaw, Zillah, Joseph and I.