You can feel in yourself it is impossible that a person should die for love of a stranger.' 'I was not aware there were eavesdroppers,' muttered the detected villain.

'Worthy Mrs.Dean, I like you, but I don't like your double-dealing,' he added aloud.

'How could _you_ lie so glaringly as to affirm I hated the "poor child"?
and invent bugbear stories to terrify her from my door-stones?
Catherine Linton (the very name warms me), my bonny lass, I shall be from home all this week; go and see if have not spoken truth: do, there's a darling! Just imagine your father in my place, and Linton in yours; then think how you would value your careless lover if he refused to stir a step to comfort you, when your father himself entreated him; and don't, from pure stupidity, fall into the same error.

I swear, on my salvation, he's going to his grave, and none but you can save him!' The lock gave way and I issued out.
'I swear Linton is dying,' repeated Heathcliff, looking hard at me.

'And grief and disappointment are hastening his death.