“ ‘No! I’ve formed my resolution, and by God I’ll execute it!’ cried the desperate being. ‘I’ll do you a kindness in spite of yourself, and Hareton justice! And you needn’t trouble your head to screen me; Catherine is gone. Nobody alive would regret me, or be ashamed, though I cut my throat this minute⁠—and it’s time to make an end!’

“I might as well have struggled with a bear, or reasoned with a lunatic. The only resource left me was to run to a lattice and warn his intended victim of the fate which awaited him.

“ ‘You’d better seek shelter somewhere else tonight!’ I exclaimed, in rather a triumphant tone. ‘ Mr. Earnshaw has a mind to shoot you, if you persist in endeavouring to enter.’

“ ‘You’d better open the door, you ⸻’ he answered, addressing me by some elegant term that I don’t care to repeat.