He entered, vociferating oaths dreadful to hear; and caught me in the act of stowing his son sway in the kitchen cupboard.

Hareton was impressed with a wholesome terror of encountering either his wild beast's fondness or his madman's rage; for in one he ran a chance of being squeezed and kissed to death, and in the other of being flung into the fire, or dashed against the wall; and the poor thing remained perfectly quiet wherever I chose to put him.
'There, I've found it out at last!' cried Hindley, pulling me back by the skin of my neck, like a dog.

'By heaven and hell, you've sworn between you to murder that child! I know how it is, now, that he is always out of my way.

But, with the help of Satan, I shall make you swallow the carving-knife, Nelly! You needn't laugh; for I've just crammed Kenneth, head-downmost, in the Black-horse marsh; and two is the same as one--and I want to kill some of you: I shall have no rest till I do!' 'But I don't like the carving-knife, Mr.Hindley,' I answered; 'it has been cutting red herrings.

I'd rather be shot, if you please.' 'You'd rather be damned!' he said; 'and so you shall.