'Give me Hareton, while you get the supper, and when it is ready ask me to sup with you.

I want to cheat my uncomfortable conscience, and be convinced that Heathcliff has no notion of these things.

He has not, has he?
He does not know what being in love is!' 'I see no reason that he should not know, as well as you,' I returned; 'and if you are his choice, he'll be the most unfortunate creature that ever was born! As soon as you become Mrs.Linton, he loses friend, and love, and all! Have you considered how you'll bear the separation, and how he'll bear to be quite deserted in the world?
Because, Miss Catherine--' 'He quite deserted! we separated!' she exclaimed, with an accent of indignation.

'Who is to separate us, pray?
They'll meet the fate of Milo! Not as long as I live, Ellen: for no mortal creature.

Every Linton on the face of the earth might melt into nothing before I could consent to forsake Heathcliff.