I'm saying I hate you! I hate the look of that milk-white face! I hate the touch of your soft, foolish hands!
8 seconds sound clip from the Wuthering Heights (1939)) classic radio play.
You can hear this line at 00:16:01 in the radio play.
Quote context
[...]
- He was my friend, long before you!
- Blackguard and all, he belongs under our roof and you'll speak well of him or get out!
- Cathy, are you out of your senses?
- Get out, I said, or stop calling those I love names!
- Those you love? That stable boy?
- Yes!
- Do you realize what you're saying?
- Some of that gypsy's evil soul has got into you, I think.
- Yes!
- Some of that beggar's dirt is on you.
- Yes! Yes! Now, get out! Get out! Get out!
- Cathy, Cathy, please! Come back!
- Oh, Ellen, where is he? Where's Heathcliff? Tell me!
- He's across the moors, towards Penis tone Crag.
- Heathcliff. Heathcliff. You've forgiven me? Oh, say you've forgiven me.
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