‘I was frightened’ of the child Heathcliff’ Nelly Dean ‘Hindley named a fiddle’ Lockwood ‘take it as a gift of God; though it’s dark almost as if it came from the devil.’ Cathy ‘chose a whip’ ‘1801 – I have just returned from a visit to my landlord’ Nelly Dean Mr Earnshaw Nelly Dean Nelly Dean Nelly Dean Nelly Dean Heathcliff Heathcliff Heathcliff ‘it was the name of a son who died in childhood’ ‘I wasn’t reasonable enough to feel my injustice’ ‘I had to tend them, and take on me the cares of a woman, at once, I changed my ideas’ ‘planted ourselves on a flower-pot under the drawing-room window. The light came from thence;’ ‘clinging to the ledge, and we saw – ah! It was beautiful’ ‘a shower of glass drops hanging in silver chains from the centre, and shimmering with little soft tapers.’ Heathcliff Heathcliff Heathcliff Old Mr Linton Heathcliff ‘Isabella – I believe she is eleven, a year younger than Cathy’. ‘the petted things, we did despise them!’ Hang Heathcliff ‘before he shows his nature in acts, as well as features?’ ‘if Catherine had wished to return, I intended shattering their great glass panes to a million fragments’ Heathcliff ‘she is so immeasurably superior to them – to everybody on earth, is she not, Nelly?’ Heathcliff Nelly Dean Nelly Dean Hareton ‘I wish I had light hair and fair skin... and had a chance at being as rich as he will be!’ ‘Heathcliff’s violent nature’ ‘He struggled long to keep up with Catherine in her studies’ Heathcliff ‘Devil daddy’ ‘I end the matter, instantly, by a spring from the window!’ ‘Treachery and violence are a just return for treachery and violence!’ ‘thundered Heathcliff’ ‘the tyrant’ ‘he’s only half a man – not so much’ Heathcliff Linton an ‘ailing, peevish creature’ Catherine Hindley Nelly Dean Isabella Nelly Dean Nelly Dean Heathcliff Nelly Dean Nelly Dean Lockwood Cathy ‘casting a longing look to the door, and evidently eager to be active’ ‘I have nearly attained my heaven’ Joseph ‘the old sinner grinned in mockery’ Eyes ‘they would not shut – they seemed to sneer at my attempts’ ‘wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers’