bruised, and cut over your chest and shoulders?”
‘“I can’t say,” he answered, “but what do you mean? Did he dare to strike me when I was down?”
‘“He trampled on and kicked you, and dashed you on the ground,” I whispered. “And his mouth watered to tear you with his teeth; because he’s only half man: not so much, and the rest fiend.”
‘Mr. Earnshaw looked up, like me, to the countenance of our mutual foe; who, absorbed in his anguish, seemed insensible to anything around him: the longer he stood, the plainer his reflections revealed their blackness through his features.
‘“Oh, if God would but give me strength to strangle him in my last agony, I’d