“‘May she wake in torment (痛苦)!’ He cried, with frightful vehemence (愤怒), stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden paroxysm (发作) of ungovernable passion. ‘Why, she’s a liar to the end! Where is she? Not there – not in heaven – not perished (消亡) – where? Oh! You said you cared nothing for my sufferings! And I pray one prayer – I repeat it till my tongue stiffens (变硬) – Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you – haunt (纠缠) me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always – take any form – drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss (深渊), where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable (说不出口的)! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!’”