《床頭燈英語·3000詞讀物（純英文）：呼嘯山莊》：
"Make the tea， will you?" said Heathcliff， speaking so savagely that I started. "Bring up your chair，" he added to me， and we all drew round the table.
Food was passed in silence， and the three looked very angry as they ate it. I thought it my duty to make polite talk.
"Mr. Heathcliff，" I began， "there must be times here， when you and your wife..."
"My wifer" growled Heathcliff， with an ugly look on his face. "My wife is dead!"
I saw that I had made a mistake. Then I suddenly thought that the young man at my elbow， drinking his tea out of a bowl and eating his bread with dirty hands， might be the husband of the girl. I sighed at the thought.
"Mrs. Heathcliff is my daughter-in-law." said Heathcliff， as if he guessed my thoughts.
He turned， as he spoke， and looked at the girl. She met his gaze squarely and in that moment I saw in both their eyes a look of devilish~ hatred. It was quite unmistakable.
"Ah，" I said uneasily， to the youth at my side， "so you are the happy husband..."
I stopped. The young man had turned very red.
"She's not my wifef" he said.
He let out the words with a sudden burst of strong hatred， and followed them with a curse.
"Wrong again，" said Heathcliff， with something like a cold laugh. "I said she was my daughter-in- law； therefore， she must have married my son."
"And this young man is..."
"Not my son， I tell you."
He smiled， as if at the strangeness of the situation.
"My name is Hareton Earnshaw，" growled the youth. "And you'd better respect it!"
"I've shown it no disrespect，" I replied， amused at his tone of voice.
He stared at me for a moment and then went on putting food into his mouth. I said no more， but sat wondering at this house of strange hatreds.