I set the house on fire; but that's as my fancy goes—"
While saying this he took a pint bottle of brandy from the dresser, and poured some into a tumbler.
"Nay don't!" I entreated, "Mr. Hindley do take warning. Have mercy on this unfortunate boy, if you care nothing for yourself!"
"Any one will do better for him, than I shall," he answered.
"Have mercy on your own soul!" I said, endeavouring to snatch the glass from his hand.
"Not I! on the contrary, I shall have great pleasure in sending it to perdition, to punish its maker," exclaimed the blasphemer, "Here's to its hearty damnation!"
He drank the spirits, and impatiently bade us go; terminating his command with a sequel of horrid imprecations, too bad to repeat, or remember.
"It's a pity he cannot kill himself with drink," observed Heathcliff, muttering an
