In the spring Catherine shut herself in her room for three days and would not eat. Her illness was partly fever and partly the will to punish two men at once. On the Sunday of Easter week, while Edgar was at church, Heathcliff came into the parlour and took her in his arms. They spoke like people tearing at each other and holding on at the same time. You have killed me, he said, and thriven on it. She said that she would not be at peace while he lived on the earth above her. Do not leave me in the earth alone, she said. Haunt me then, he answered, only do not leave me in this abyss where I cannot find you. She died at midnight, and a daughter was born two hours before, and Heathcliff beat his head against a tree in the park until the bark was wet.