'You teach me now how CRUEL you've
been - cruel and false. Why did you
despise me? Why did you betray your own heart,
Cathy? I have not one word of COMFORT. You DESERVE this. You have
killed yourself. Yes, you may
kiss me, and
cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they'll
blight you - they'll damn you. You loved me - then what
right had you to LEAVE ME? What right -
answer me - for the poor
fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and DEATH, and
nothing
that God or Satan
could inflict would have parted
us, YOU, of your
own will, did it. I have not broken your heart -
you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the
worse for
me that I am STRONG. Do I want to live? What kind of living
will it be when you - oh,
God! Would you like to live with your
soul in the Grave?'