When I call you stupid, I don't mean anything: I don't mean that I despise you.

Come, you shall take notice of me, Hareton: you are my cousin, and you shall own me.' 'I shall have naught to do wi' you and your mucky pride, and your damned mocking tricks!' he answered.

'I'll go to hell, body and soul, before I look sideways after you again.

Side out o' t' gate, now, this minute!' Catherine frowned, and retreated to the window-seat chewing her lip, and endeavouring, by humming an eccentric tune, to conceal a growing tendency to sob.
'You should be friends with your cousin, Mr.Hareton,' I interrupted, 'since she repents of her sauciness.

It would do you a great deal of good: it would make you another man to have her for a companion.' 'A companion!' he cried; 'when she hates me, and does not think me fit to wipe her shoon! Nay, if it made me a king, I'd not be scorned for seeking her good-will any more.' 'It is not I who hate you, it is you who hate me!' wept Cathy, no longer disguising her trouble.