A half-civilized "You touch me, sir--you hold me. ferocity lurked yet in the I am not vacant like air, am I?" depressed brows and eyes full of black fire, but it was subdued, "... But I cannot be so blest quite divested of roughness, after all my misery. It is a though too stern for grace.... dream: such dreams I have He took a seat opposite had.... But I always woke and Catherine, who kept her gaze found it an empty mockery; and I fixed on him, as if she feared was desolate and abandoned." he would vanish were she to remove it. He did not raise his ... I began ... to withdraw to her often; a quick glance now myself from his arms--but he and then sufficed; but it eagerly snatched me closer:-- flashed back each time; ... the undisguised delight he drank "No, you must not go. No--I have from hers.... Catherine ... rose touched you, heard you; ... my and seized Heathcliffe's hands very soul demands you.... Who again, and laughed like one can tell what a dark, hopeless beside herself. life I have dragged on for months past? ... feeling but a "I shall think it a dream ceaseless sorrow, and at times a to-morrow!" she cried. "I shall very delirium of desire to not be able to believe that I behold my Jane again. Yes; for have seen and touched, and her restoration I longed.... spoken to you once more.... Will she not depart as suddenly Cruel Heathcliffe! You don't as she came? To-morrow ... I deserve this welcome. To be shall find her no more.... absent and silent for three Cruel, cruel deserter! O Jane, years, and never to think of what did I feel when I me!" discovered you had fled and left Thornfield?" "... I've fought through a bitter life since I last heard "Jane! ... my heart swells your voice, and you must forgive with gratitude to the beneficent me, for I struggled only for God of this earth just now.... I you!" did wrong: I would have sullied my innocent flower: the "... The event of this evening," Omnipotent snatched it from me. said Catherine, "has reconciled I, in my stiff-necked rebellion, me to God and humanity! I had almost cursed the dispensation: risen in angry rebellion against instead of bending to the decree Providence--oh, I've endured I defied it.... Of late, Jane, very, very bitter misery.... I ... I began to experience can afford to suffer anything remorse, repentance; the wish hereafter! Should the meanest for reconciliation to my thing alive slap me on the Maker.... Now I thank God." cheek, I'd not only turn the