Alas, For The Effects Of Bad Tea

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

I See Heaven's Glories Shine And Faith Shines Equal.

I'll Be As Dirty As I Please, And I Like To Be Dirty, And I Will Be Dirty!

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 Can Not Live Without My Life! I Can Not Live Without My Soul!

Yet I Was A Fool To Fancy For A Moment That She Valued Edgar Linton's Attachment More Than Mine -- If He Love With All The Powers Of His Puny Being, He Couldn't Love As Much In Eighty Years, As I Could In A Day. And Catherine Has A Heart As Deep As I Have; The Sea Could Be As Readily Contained In That Horse-trough, As Her Whole Affection Be Monopolized By Him -- Tush! He Is Scarcely A Degree Dearer To Her Than Her Dog, Or Her Horse -- It Is Not In Him To Be Loved Like Me, How Can She Love In Him What He Has Not?