I shrieked out--that frightens her--she heard papa coming, and she broke the hinges and divided the case, and gave me her mother's portrait; the other she attempted to hide: but papa asked what was the matter, and I explained it.

He took the one I had away, and ordered her to resign hers to me; she refused, and he--he struck her down, and wrenched it off the chain, and crushed it with his foot.' 'And were you pleased to see her struck ?' I asked: having my designs in encouraging his talk.
'I winked,' he answered: 'I wink to see my father strike a dog or a horse, he does it so hard.

Yet I was glad at first--she deserved punishing for pushing me: but when papa was gone, she made me come to the window and showed me her cheek cut on the inside, against her teeth, and her mouth filling with blood; and then she gathered up the bits of the picture, and went and sat down with her face to the wall, and she has never spoken to me since: and I sometimes think she can't speak for pain.
I don't like to think so; but she's a naughty thing for crying continually; and she looks so pale and wild, I'm afraid of her.' 'And you can get the key if you choose ?' I said.
'Yes, when I am up-stairs,' he answered; 'but I can't walk up-stairs now.' 'In what apartment is it ?' I asked.
'Oh,' he cried, 'I shan't tell _you_ where it is.

It is our secret.
Nobody, neither Hareton nor Zillah, is to know.

There! you've tired me--go away, go away!' And he turned his face on to his arm, and shut his eyes again.
I considered it best to depart without seeing Mr.Heathcliff, and bring a rescue for my young lady from the Grange.