Select the correct text in the passage.
Which three parts of this passage from chapter 6 of Emily Brontë's Wuthering Heights refer to Heathcliff being different from the other characters in the
story?
They really did howl out something in that way. We made frightful noises to terrify them still more, and then we dropped off the ledge, because somebody
was drawing the bars, and we felt we had
better flee. I had Cathy by the hand, and was urging her on, when all at once she fell down. "Run, Heathcliff,
run!" she whispered. "They have let the bull-dog
loose, and he holds me!" The devil had seized her ankle, Nelly: I heard his abominable snorting. She did
not yell out-no! she would have scorned to do it, if she
had been spitted on the horns of a mad cow. I did, though: I vociferated curses enough to
annihilate any fiend in Christendom; and I got a
stone and thrust it between his jaws, and tried with all my might to cram it down his throat. A beast of a
servant came up with a lantern, at last, shouting-"Keep fast, Skulker
, keep fast!" He changed his note, however, when he saw Skulker's game. The dog
was throttled off; his huge, purple tongue hanging half a foot out of
his mouth, and his pendent lips streaming with bloody slaver. The man took Cathy up;
she was sick: not from fear, I'm certain, but from pain. He carried her in; I
followed, grumbling execrations and vengeance. "What prey, Robert?" hallooed
Linton from the entrance. "Skulker has caught a little girl, sir," he replied; "and there's a
lad here," he added, making a clutch at me, "who looks an out-
and-outer! Very like the robbers were for putting them through the window to
open the doors to the gang after all were asleep, that they might murder us at
their ease. Hold your tongue, you foul-mouthed thief, you! you shall go to the gallows for this.
Mr. Linton, sir, don't lay by your gun." "No, no, Robert," said
the old fool. "The rascals knew that yesterday was my rent-day: they thought to have me cleverly
. Come in; I'll furnish them a reception. There, John,
fasten
the chain. Give Skulker some water, Jenny. To beard a magistrate in his stronghold,
and on the Sabbath, too! Where will their insolence stop? Oh,
my dear
Mary, look here! Don't be afraid, it is but a boy- yet the villain scowls so plainly in his
face; would it not be a kindness to the country to hang him
at once, before
he shows his nature in acts as well as features?" He pulled me under the chandelier, and Mrs.
Linton placed her spectacles on her nose
and raised her hands in horror.
The cowardly children crept nearer also, Isabella lisping-"Frightful
thing! Put him in the cellar, papa. He's exactly like the
son of the fortune-te
that stole my tame pheasant."
