"How will she take it?" I exclaimed. "What will she do? The surprise bewilders me-it will put her out of her head! And you _are_ Heathcliff! But altered! Nay, there's no comprehending it. Have you been for a soldier?"
"Go and carry my message," he interrupted, impatiently. "I'm in hell till you do!"

'The surprise will put her out of her head!' I exclaimed. 'Heathcliff! Have you been for a soldier?'
'Go and carry my message,' he said impatiently. 'I'm in hell till you do!'
