"Drag her away!" he cried savagely. "Are you staying to talk?" And he approached to execute his own command.
"He'll not obey you, wicked man, any more!" said Catherine, and he'll soon detest you, as much as I do!"
"Wisht! wisht!" muttered the young man reproachfully. "I will not hear you speak so to him—Have done!"
"But you won't let him strike me?" she cried.
"Come then!" he whispered earnestly.
It was too late—Heathcliff had caught hold of her.
"Now you go!" he said to Earnshaw. "Accursed witch! this time she has provoked me, when I could not bear it; and I'll make her repent it for ever!"
He had his hand in her hair; Hareton attempted to release the locks, entreating him not to hurt her that once. His black eyes flashed, he seemed ready to tear Catherine in
