Quotation from: Wuthering Heights

Written by: Emily Bronte

'I would not talk so, Mr. Heathcliff,' I interposed. 'Let your
will be a while: you'll be spared to repent of your many
injustices yet! I never expected that your nerves would be
disordered: they are, at present, marvellously so, however; and
almost entirely through your own fault. The way you've passed
these three last days might knock up a Titan. Do take some food,
and some repose. You need only look at yourself in a glass to see
how you require both. Your cheeks are hollow, and your eyes blood-
shot, like a person starving with hunger and going blind with loss
of sleep.'