urges me to thwart my own schemes by killing him—you fight against that devil, for love, as as long as you may; when the time comes, not all the angels in heaven shall save him!
I surveyed the weapon inquisitively; a hideous notion struck me. How powerful I should be possessing such an instrument! I took it from his hand, and touched the blade. He looked astonished at the expression my face assumed during a brief second. It was not horror, it was covetousness. He snatched the pistol back, jealously; shut the knife, and returned it to its concealment.
"I don't care if you tell him," said he. Put him on his guard, and watch for him. You know the terms we are on, I see; his danger does not shock you."
"What has Heathcliff done to you?" I asked. "In what has he wronged you to warrant this appalling hatred? Wouldn't it be wiser to bid him quit the house?"
"No," thundered Earnshaw, "should he
