It was not the case, in reality, I am aware; but it was, in my imagination, that dismal night; and I thought Heathcliff himself less guilty than I.
At seven o'clock he came, and inquired if Miss Linton had risen.

She ran to the door immediately, and answered, 'Yes.' 'Here, then,' he said, opening it, and pulling her out.

I rose to follow, but he turned the lock again.

I demanded my release.
'Be patient,' he replied; 'I'll send up your breakfast in a while.' I thumped on the panels, and rattled the latch angrily and Catherine asked why I was still shut up?
He answered, I must try to endure it another hour, and they went away.

I endured it two or three hours; at length, I heard a footstep: not Heathcliff's.
'I've brought you something to eat,' said a voice; 'oppen t' door!' Complying eagerly, I beheld Hareton, laden with food enough to last me all day.
'Tak' it,' he added, thrusting the tray into my hand.
'Stay one minute,' I began.
'Nay,' cried he, and retired, regardless of any prayers I could pour forth to detain him.
And there I remained enclosed the whole day, and the whole of the next night; and another, and another.