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In
her
eagerness
she
rose
and
supported
herself
on
the
arm
of
the
chair
.
At
that
earnest
appeal
he
turned
to
her
,
looking
absolutely
desperate
.
His
eyes
,
wide
and
wet
,
at
last
flashed
fiercely
on
her
;
his
breast
heaved
convulsively
.
An
instant
they
held
asunder
,
and
then
how
they
met
I
hardly
saw
,
but
Catherine
made
a
spring
,
and
he
caught
her
,
and
they
were
locked
in
an
embrace
from
which
I
thought
my
mistress
would
never
be
released
alive
:
in
fact
,
to
my
eyes
,
she
seemed
directly
insensible
.
He
flung
himself
into
the
nearest
seat
,
and
on
my
approaching
hurriedly
to
ascertain
if
she
had
fainted
,
he
gnashed
at
me
,
and
foamed
like
a
mad
dog
,
and
gathered
her
to
him
with
greedy
jealousy
.
I
did
not
feel
as
if
I
were
in
the
company
of
a
creature
of
my
own
species
:
it
appeared
that
he
would
not
understand
,
though
I
spoke
to
him
;
so
I
stood
off
,
and
held
my
tongue
,
in
great
perplexity
.
A
movement
of
Catherine
's
relieved
me
a
little
presently
:
she
put
up
her
hand
to
clasp
his
neck
,
and
bring
her
cheek
to
his
as
he
held
her
;
while
he
,
in
return
,
covering
her
with
frantic
caresses
,
said
wildly
--
"
You
teach
me
now
how
cruel
you
've
been
--
cruel
and
false
.
Why
did
you
despise
me
?
Why
did
you
betray
your
own
heart
,
Cathy
?
I
have
not
one
word
of
comfort
.
You
deserve
this
.
You
have
killed
yourself
.
Yes
,
you
may
kiss
me
,
and
cry
;
and
wring
out
my
kisses
and
tears
:
they
'll
blight
you
--
they
'll
damn
you
.
You
loved
me
--
then
what
right
had
you
to
leave
me
?
What
right
--
answer
me
--
for
the
poor
fancy
you
felt
for
Linton
?
Because
misery
and
degradation
,
and
death
,
and
nothing
that
God
or
Satan
could
inflict
would
have
parted
us
,
you
,
of
your
own
will
,
did
it
.
I
have
not
broken
your
heart
--
you
have
broken
it
;
and
in
breaking
it
,
you
have
broken
mine
.
So
much
the
worse
for
me
,
that
I
am
strong
.
Do
I
want
to
live
?
What
kind
of
living
will
it
be
when
you
--
oh
,
God
!
would
you
like
to
live
with
your
soul
in
the
grave
?
'
:
"
Let
me
alone
.
Let
me
alone
,
"
sobbed
Catherine
.
"
If
I
have
done
wrong
,
I
'm
dying
for
it
.
It
is
enough
!
You
left
me
too
:
but
I
wo
n't
upbraid
you
!
I
forgive
you
,
Forgive
me
!
"
"
It
is
hard
to
forgive
,
and
to
look
at
those
eyes
,
and
feel
those
wasted
hands
,
"
he
answered
.
"
Kiss
me
again
;
and
do
n't
let
me
see
your
eyes
!
I
forgive
what
you
have
done
to
me
.
I
love
my
murderer
--
but
yours
!
How
can
I
?
"
They
were
silent
--
their
faces
hid
against
each
other
,
and
washed
by
each
other
's
tears
.
At
least
,
I
suppose
the
weeping
was
on
both
sides
;
as
it
seemed
Heathcliff
could
weep
on
a
great
occasion
like
this
.
I
grew
very
uncomfortable
,
meanwhile
;
for
the
afternoon
wore
fast
away
,
the
man
whom
I
had
sent
off
returned
from
his
errand
,
and
I
could
distinguish
,
by
the
shine
of
the
western
sun
up
the
valley
,
a
concourse
thickening
outside
Gimmerton
chapel
porch
.
"
Service
is
over
,
"
I
announced
.
"
My
master
will
be
here
in
half-an-hour
.
"
