"I believe you think me a fiend," he said, with his dismal laugh: "something too horrible to live under a decent roof." Then turning to Catherine, who was there, and who drew behind me at his approach, he added, half sneeringly,-"Will _you_ come, chuck? I'll not hurt you. No! to you I've made myself worse than the devil. Well, there is _one_ who won't shrink from my company! By God! she's relentless. Oh, damn it! It's unutterably too much for flesh and blood to bear-even mine."

'I believe you think me a fiend,' he said, with his dismal laugh. Then turning to Catherine, who drew behind me, he added, half sneeringly, 'Will you come? I'll not hurt you. No! to you I'm worse than the devil. Well, there is one who won't shrink from my company! By God! she's relentless. Oh, damn it! It's too much for flesh and blood to bear - even mine.'
