Your Presence Is A Moral Poison That

They Forgot Everything The Minute They Were Together Again.

I Lingered Round Them, Under That Benign Sky; Watched The Moths Fluttering Among The Heath And Hare-bells; Listened To The Soft Wind Breathing Through The Grass; And Wondered How Anyone Could Ever Imagine Unquiet Slumbers For The Sleepers In That Quiet Earth.

I'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.

Your Presence Is A Moral Poison That Would Contaminate The Most Virtuous

Nelly, I Am Heathcliff! He's Always, Always In My Mind: Not As A Pleasure, Any More Than I Am Always A Pleasure To Myself, But As My Own Being.