'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 her
looks, entreating him not to hurt her that once. Heathcliff's
black eyes flashed; he seemed ready to tear Catherine in pieces,
and I was just worked up to risk coming to the rescue, when of a
sudden his fingers relaxed; he shifted his grasp from her head to
her arm, and gazed intently in her face. Then he drew his hand
over his eyes, stood a moment to collect himself apparently, and
turning anew to Catherine, said, with assumed calmness - 'You must
learn to avoid putting me in a passion, or I shall really murder
you some time! Go with Mrs. Dean, and keep with her; and confine
your insolence to her ears. As to Hareton Earnshaw, if I see him
listen to you, I'll send him seeking his bread where he can get it!
Your love will make him an outcast and a beggar. Nelly, take her;
and leave me, all of you! Leave me!'
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