with his dismal laugh, "something too horrible to live under a decent roof!"
Then turning to Catherine, who was there, and who drew behind me at his approach, he added, half sneeringly.
"Will you come, chuck?" I'll not hurt you. No! to you, I've made myself worse than the devil. Well, there is one who wont shrink from my company! By God! she's relentless. Oh, damn it! It's unutterably too much for flesh and blood to bear, even mine."
He solicited the society of no one more. At dusk, he went into his chamber—through the whole night, and far into the morning, we heard him groaning, and murmuring to himself. Hareton was anxious to enter, but I bid him fetch Mr. Kenneth, and he should go in, and see him.
When he came, and I requested admittance and tried to open the door, I found it locked; and Heathcliff bid us be damned. He was
