"You shall not meddle with him!" I continued. "He hates you-they all hate you-that's the truth! A happy family you have; and a pretty state you're come to!"
"I shall come to a prettier, yet, Nelly," laughed the misguided man, recovering his hardness. "At present, convey yourself and him away. And hark you, Heathcliff! clear you too quite from my reach and hearing. I wouldn't murder you to-night; unless, perhaps, I set the house on fire: but that's as my fancy goes."
While saying this he took a pint bottle of brandy from the dresser, and poured some into a tumbler.

'You shall not meddle with him!' I continued. 'He hates you - they all hate you! A happy family you have; and a pretty state you're come to!'
'I shall come to a prettier, yet, Nelly,' laughed Hindley, recovering his hardness. 'Take him away. Heathcliff, you leave me too. I won't murder you tonight; unless, perhaps, I set the house on fire.'
Saying this, he took a bottle of brandy from the dresser, and poured some into a tumbler. 