"May she wake in torment!" he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden 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. 
'May she wake in torment!' he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in sudden passion. 'Why, she's a liar to the end! Where is she? Not there - not in heaven - not perished - where? I pray one prayer - Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you - haunt me, then! 