I'm sorry I disturbed you.' 'Oh, God confound you, Mr.Lockwood! I wish you were at the--' commenced my host, setting the candle on a chair, because he found it impossible to hold it steady.

'And who showed you up into this room ?' he continued, crushing his nails into his palms, and grinding his teeth to subdue the maxillary convulsions.

'Who was it?
I've a good mind to turn them out of the house this moment ?' 'It was your servant Zillah,' I replied, flinging myself on to the floor, and rapidly resuming my garments.

'I should not care if you did, Mr.
Heathcliff; she richly deserves it.

I suppose that she wanted to get another proof that the place was haunted, at my expense.