"Linton was white and trembling. He was not pretty then—Ellen, Oh! no, he looked frightful! for his thin face, and large eyes were wrought into an expression of frantic, powerless fury. He grasped the handle of the door, and shook it—it was fastened inside.
"If you don't let me in I'll kill you; If you don't let me in I'll kill you!" he rather shrieked than said. "Devil! devil! I'll kill you, I'll kill you!"
"Joseph uttered his croaking laugh again.
"'Thear that's t'father!" he cried. 'That's father! We've allas summut uh orther side in us—Niver heed Hareton, lad—dunnut be 'feard—he cannot get at thee!'
"I took hold of Linton's hands, and tried to pull him away; but he shrieked so shockingly that I dared not proceed. At last, his cries were choked by a dreadful fit of coughing; blood gushed from his mouth, and he fell on the ground.
