1 Heathcliff groaned a curse, and strained Catherine closer: she never moved.
2 He let go, thundering one of his horrid curses, and I galloped home more than half out of my senses.
3 He cursed to himself, and in a few minutes came out with a lighted candle, and proceeded to their room.
4 He neither wept nor prayed; he cursed and defied: execrated God and man, and gave himself up to reckless dissipation.
5 But he seemed to recollect himself presently, and smothered the storm in a brutal curse, muttered on my behalf: which, however, I took care not to notice.
6 He was, and is yet most likely, the wearisomest self-righteous Pharisee that ever ransacked a Bible to rake the promises to himself and fling the curses to his neighbours.
7 I did, though: I vociferated curses enough to annihilate any fiend in Christendom; and I got a stone and thrust it between his jaws, and tried with all my might to cram it down his throat.
8 I repented having tried this second entrance, and was almost inclined to slip away before he finished cursing, but ere I could execute that intention, he ordered me in, and shut and re-fastened the door.
9 He raised his missile to hurl it; I commenced a soothing speech, but could not stay his hand: the stone struck my bonnet; and then ensued, from the stammering lips of the little fellow, a string of curses, which, whether he comprehended them or not, were delivered with practised emphasis, and distorted his baby features into a shocking expression of malignity.