Quotation from: Wuthering Heights

Written by: Emily Bronte

And he stared hard at the object of discourse, as one might do at a
strange repulsive animal: a centipede from the Indies, for
instance, which curiosity leads one to examine in spite of the
aversion it raises. The poor thing couldn't bear that; she grew
white and red in rapid succession, and, while tears beaded her
lashes, bent the strength of her small fingers to loosen the firm
clutch of Catherine; and perceiving that as fast as she raised one
finger off her arm another closed down, and she could not remove
the whole together, she began to make use of her nails; and their
sharpness presently ornamented the detainer's with crescents of
red.