Read it through once

“I’ll not retract my word,” said Catherine. “I’ll marry him within this hour, if I may go to Thrushcross Grange afterwards. Mr. Heathcliff, you’re a cruel man, but you’re not a fiend; and you won’t, from _mere_ malice, destroy irrevocably all my happiness. If papa thought I had left him on purpose, and if he died before I returned, could I bear to live? I’ve given over crying: but I’m going to kneel here, at your knee; and I’ll not get up, and I’ll not take my eyes from your face till you look back at me! No, don’t turn away! _do_ look! you’ll see nothing to provoke you. I don’t hate you. I’m not angry that you struck me. Have you never loved _anybody_ in all your life, uncle? _never_? Ah! you must look once. I’m so wretched, you can’t help being sorry and pitying me.”