It is not poisoned, though I prepared it.

I'm going out to seek your horses.' Our first thought, on his departure, was to force an exit somewhere.

We tried the kitchen door, but that was fastened outside: we looked at the windows--they were too narrow for even Cathy's little figure.
'Master Linton,' I cried, seeing we were regularly imprisoned, 'you know what your diabolical father is after, and you shall tell us, or I'll box your ears, as he has done your cousin's.' 'Yes, Linton, you must tell,' said Catherine.

'It was for your sake I came; and it will be wickedly ungrateful if you refuse.' 'Give me some tea, I'm thirsty, and then I'll tell you,' he answered.
'Mrs.Dean, go away.

I don't like you standing over me.