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Rh "He's thereis he?" exclaimed my companion, rushing to the gap. "If I can get my arm out I can hit him!"

"I'm afraid Ellen, you'll set me down, as really wicked—but you don't know all, so don't judge! I wouldn't have aided or abetted an attempt on even his life, for anything—Wish that he were dead, I must; and therefore, I was fearfully disappointed, and unnerved by terror for the consequences of my taunting speech when he flung himself on Earnshaw's weapon and wrenched it from his grasp.

The charge exploded, and the knife, in springing back, closed into its owner's wrist. Heathcliff pulled it away by main force, slitting up the flesh as it passed on, and thrust it dripping into his pocket. He then took a stone, struck down the division between two windows and sprung in. His adversary had fallen senseless with excessive pain, and the flow of blood that gushed from an artery, or a large vein.

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