May She Wake...
May She Wake...
“May she wake in torment!" he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion.
"Why, she's a liar to the end! Where is she? Not there—not in heaven—not perished—where?
Oh! you said you cared nothing for my sufferings!
And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens
—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then!
The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe.
I know that ghosts have wandered on earth.
Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad!
Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!
Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life!
I cannot live without my soul!”
-- Heathcliff
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