Which three parts of this passage from chapter 6 of Emily Bronte'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, runi" she whispered. "They have let the bull-dog loose, and he holds mel" The devil had seized her ankle, Nelly: I heard his
abominable snorting. She did not yell out-nol 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 flend in Christendom; and I got a stone and thrust it between his jaws, and tried with all
my might to cram It down hibhroat. A beast of a servant came up with a lantern, at last, shouting-"Keep fast, Skulker, keep fasti" 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; 1
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-outerl 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, youl you shall go to the gallows for this. Mr. Linton, sir, don't lay by your gun." "No, no, Robert," sald the old fool. "The rascals
knew that yesterday was my rent-day: they thought to have me cleverly. Come in; 1'11 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 things Put him in the cellar, papa. He's
exactly like the son of the fortune-teller that stole my tame pheasant."
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