How did it begin ?' 'The master will inform you,' I answered; 'but you are acquainted with the Earnshaws' violent dispositions, and Mrs.Linton caps them all.

I may say this; it commenced in a quarrel.

She was struck during a tempest of passion with a kind of fit.

That's her account, at least: for she flew off in the height of it, and locked herself up.

Afterwards, she refused to eat, and now she alternately raves and remains in a half dream; knowing those about her, but having her mind filled with all sorts of strange ideas and illusions.' 'Mr.Linton will be sorry ?' observed Kenneth, interrogatively.
'Sorry?
he'll break his heart should anything happen!' I replied.