Yes,yes. Tell the dirty stable boy to let go of you. He soils your pretty
dress， but who soils your heart? Not Heathcliff! Who turns you into a vain
cheap worldly fool? Linton does! You'll never love him， but you let yourself
be loved because it pleases your stupid， greedy vanity. Loved by that milksop
with buckles on his shoes.
Stop it and get out! You had your chance to be something else.A thief or
a servant were all you were born to be.Or a beggar beside the road begging
for favours, not earning them， but whimpering for them with your dirty
That's all I've become to you: a pair of dirty hands! Well,have them then!
Have them where they belong! It doesn't help to strike you.