paroxysm
of
ungovernable
passion.
“Why,
she’s a
liar to
the end!
Where is
she? Not
there –
not in
heaven –
not
perished –
where? Oh!
you said
you cared
nothing
for my
sufferings!
And I pray
one prayer
– I repeat
it till my
tongue
stiffens –
Catherine
Earnshaw,
may you
not rest
as long as
I am
living;
you said I
killed you
– haunt
me, then!
The
murdered
do haunt
their
murderers,
I believe.
I know
that
ghosts
have
wandered
on earth.