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What now. said Catherine, leaning back, and returning his look with a suddenly clouded brow. her humour was a mere vane for constantly varying caprices. You and Edgar have broken my heart, Heathcliff. And you both come to bewail the deed to me, as if you were the people to be pitied. I shall not pity you, not I. You have killed me and thriven on it, I think. How strong you are.