tight-stretched cord vibrates - a strong thrilling, rather than trembling.

I will ask what is the matter, I thought; or who should? And I exclaimed - ‘Have you heard any good news, Mr. Heathcliff? You look uncommonly animated.’

‘Where should good news come from to me?’ he said. ‘I’m animated with hunger; and, seemingly, I must not eat.’

‘Your dinner is here,’ I returned; ‘why won’t you get it?’

‘I don’t want it now,’ he muttered, hastily: ‘I’ll wait till supper. And, Nelly, once for all, let me beg you to warn Hareton and the other away from me. I wish to be troubled by nobody: I wish to have this place to myself.’