Oh, Cathy, your poor wasted hands. Oh, why didn't someone tell me?
11 seconds sound clip from the Wuthering Heights (1939)) classic radio play.
You can hear this line at 00:50:23 in the radio play.
Quote context
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- You loved me. What right had you to throw my love away for the poor fancy thing you felt for him?
- Misery and death and all evil could never have parted us.
- You, you did that alone. You wandered off, like a greedy child, to break your own heart... and mine.
- I know, Heathcliff. Oh, forgive me.
- Oh, Cathy, your poor wasted hands. Oh, why didn't someone tell me?
- I forgive you, I forgive you for what you've done. I love you, I love my murderer.
- Carry me to the window. Let me look at the moors with you once more. Oh, my darling, once more.
- Yes...
- Oh, how lovely the sky looks.
- And over there is our castle. Remember?
- The Castle... I'll be waiting there until you come. I'll be waiting there. Goodbye.
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