Hindly.
As sure as I’m living, I break the brad’s neck.
Damn, the doctor, Frances is quit right.
Break your neck...kick out your brains.
How little did I dream that Hindley would ever make me cry so.
Poor Heathcliff! Hindley calls him a vagabond.
He had room in his heart only for two idols.
I couldn’t conceive how he would bear the loss.
Appalling hatred.
He cursed and defied: execrated God and man.
As sure as I’m living, I break the brad’s neck.
Damn, the doctor, Frances is quit right.
Break your neck...kick out your brains.
How little did I dream that Hindley would ever make me cry so.
Poor Heathcliff! Hindley calls him a vagabond.
He had room in his heart only for two idols.
I couldn’t conceive how he would bear the loss.
Appalling hatred.
He cursed and defied: execrated God and man.