Heathcliff's Rage Struck His Forehead With Rage

Heathcliff was so powerfully affected that I took pity and proceeded with my dreams, affirming I had never heard the appellation of Catherine Linton before. But reading it often over produced an impression which personified itself when I had no longer my imagination under control. Thundered Heathcliff with savage vehemence. How—how dare you under my roof? God, he's mad to speak so. And he struck his forehead with rage. He got on to the bed and wrenched open the lattice, bursting as he pulled at it into an uncontrollable passion of tears. Coming, coming! He sobbed. Oh, my heart darling, hear me this time