In this house with Heathcliff， nothing can live. Nothing but hate. I can
feel it breathing like the devil's own breath on it.And you, he hates you
worse than he does me.He loathes you.Each time you kiss him， his heart
breaks with rage because it's not Cathy. Isabella，why don't you kill him?
I've forbidden you to speak to me about Heathcliff!
Stop it! Do you hear me?
Kill him! Kill him!
Well,that's the first lucid talk I've heard out of Hindley for weeks. It's
not very Christian talk， but at least it's coherent. It seemed to make