You may laugh, if you will; but I was sure I should see her there.

I was sure she was with me, and I could not help talking to her.
Having reached the Heights, I rushed eagerly to the door.

It was fastened; and, I remember, that accursed Earnshaw and my wife opposed my entrance.

I remember stopping to kick the breath out of him, and then hurrying up-stairs, to my room and hers.

I looked round impatiently--I felt her by me--I could _almost_ see her, and yet I _could not_! I ought to have sweat blood then, from the anguish of my yearning--from the fervour of my supplications to have but one glimpse! I had not one.