 Misery and death and all the evils that God or man could have hammered down would never have parted us. You did that alone, like a little greedy child, to break your heart and mine. Forgive me, Heathcliff. Forgive me. No. No, I'm the one should ask. I was born to beggary. Let me beg again now. No, darling. No. Oh, Kathy. Kathy, your hands. Your poor, wasted hands. Heathcliff, we've so little time. Kathy, don't talk. You need your strength.