The Lord help us!' he soliloquised in an undertone of peevish displeasure, while relieving me of my horse: looking, meantime, in my face so sourly that I charitably conjectured he must have need of divine aid to digest his dinner, and his pious ejaculation had no reference to my unexpected advent.
Emily BronteThe old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again
Emily BronteHowever , itโs over, and Iโll take no revenge on his folly โ I can afford to suffer anything, hereafter! Should the meanest thing alive slap me on the cheek, Iโd not only turn the other, but Iโd ask pardon for provoking it โ and, as proof, Iโll go make my peace with Edgar instantly โ Good night โ Iโm an angel!
Emily BronteI've no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low I shouldn't have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now so he shall never know how I love him and that not because he's handsome Nelly but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of his and mine are the same and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning or frost from fire.
Emily Bronte