"To hear you, people might think you were the mistress!" she cried. "You want setting down in your right place! Heathcliff, what are you about, raising this stir? I said you must let Isabella alone!-I beg you will, unless you are tired of being received here, and wish Linton to draw the bolts against you!"
"God forbid that he should try!" answered the black villain. I detested him just then. "God keep him meek and patient! Every day I grow madder after sending him to heaven!"

'One might think you were the mistress!' she cried. 'Heathcliff, what are you about? Let Isabella alone! - unless you wish Linton to lock the door against you!'
'God forbid that he should try!' answered the black villain. I detested him just then. 'Every day I grow madder wanting to send him to heaven!'
