The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her! Well, Hareton's aspect was the ghost of my immortal love; of my wild endeavours to hold my right; my degradation, my pride, my happiness, and my anguish-- 'But it is frenzy to repeat these thoughts to you: only it will let you know why, with a reluctance to be always alone, his society is no benefit; rather an aggravation of the constant torment I suffer: and it partly contributes to render me regardless how he and his cousin go on together.

I can give them no attention any more.' 'But what do you mean by a _change_, Mr.Heathcliff ?' I said, alarmed at his manner: though he was neither in danger of losing his senses, nor dying, according to my judgment: he was quite strong and healthy; and, as to his reason, from childhood he had a delight in dwelling on dark things, and entertaining odd fancies.

He might have had a monomania on the subject of his departed idol; but on every other point his wits were as sound as mine.
'I shall not know that till it comes,' he said; 'I'm only half conscious of it now.' 'You have no feeling of illness, have you ?' I asked.
'No, Nelly, I have not,' he answered.
'Then you are not afraid of death ?' I pursued.
'Afraid?
No!' he replied.

'I have neither a fear, nor a presentiment, nor a hope of death.

Why should I?
With my hard constitution and temperate mode of living, and unperilous occupations, I ought to, and probably _shall_, remain above ground till there is scarcely a black hair on my head.