"I'll not hold my tongue!" I said, "You mustn't touch him. . .Let the door remain shut and be quiet!"
"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 to-night!" I exclaimed in a rather 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.
