“May she wake in torment!” he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion. “Why, she’s a liar to the end! Where is she? Not there ⁠—not in heaven⁠—not perished⁠—where? Oh! you said you cared nothing for my sufferings! And I pray one prayer⁠—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens⁠—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you⁠—haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always⁠—take any form⁠—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”