Wuthering Heights, by Emily Bronte -1847

Introduction
This story is narrated by Lockwood, a gentleman visiting the Yorkshire moors where the novel is set, and of Mrs Dean, housekeeper to the Earnshaw family, who had been witness of the interlocked destinies of the original owners of the Heights. In a series of flashbacks and time shifts, Brontë draws a powerful picture of the enigmatic Heathcliff, who is brought to Heights from the streets of Liverpool by Mr Earnshaw. Heathcliff is treated as Earnshaw's own children, Catherine and Hindley. After his death Heathcliff is bullied by Hindley, who loves Catherine, but she marries Edgar Linton. Heathcliff 's destructive force is unleashed, and his first victim is Catherine, who dies giving birth to a girl, another Catherine. Isabella Linton, Edgar's sister, whom he had married, flees to the south. Their son Linton and Catherine are married, but always sickly Linton dies. Hareton, Hindley's son, and the young widow became close. Increasingly isolated and alienated from daily life, Heathcliff experiences visions, and he longs for the death that will reunite him with Catherine. ~ Unlike most novels, Wuthering Heights' protagonists are anti-heroes; the very antithesis of what a hero is supposed to be. Instead of compassionate and heroic, Heathcliff and Catherine are selfish and petty. Instead of being blissfully in love, Catherine marries someone else and breaks Heathcliff's heart. Too proud to tell each other their true feelings, they fight, storm and rage against each other, destroying themselves in the process. Most people dislike this novel, for its gloomy perspective, tragic outcome and psychological drama. However, Catherine and Heathcliff are perhaps more realistic than most other novel characters claim to be. They not only make mistakes, they cause debacles, completely devastate both people and places and ruin it all by blaming solely themselves. The novel begins when all four, including the narrator and housekeeper, are children. Catherine and Hindley are true blooded siblings, and Heathcliff is sort of "adopted" into their family. The plot unravels, and with it, the characters, blooming into bitterness and pride simply by being dishonest with each other. The entire drama is a destruction of a human soul; how love can save and damn one man. Brontë brings in a whole new perspective on love. It isn't the epic ballad in tales, or the beautiful quiet bloom between spouses; this is rampant, tragic and interbred with other less desirable qualities until it is no longer recognizable until the very end.--Submitted by Leyla Shakew ~ An orphan brought home by a father to Wuthering Heights - a large rustic home on the moors becomes a member of the family with complex emotional relationships with the father and his own children, Catherine and Hinton. The orphan, Heathcliff, finds his life totally changed after the father dies and Catherine makes friends with the refined Linton children of neighboring Thrushwood Grange. Entangled loves, marriages, sicknesses, births and deaths continue the dark story.-Submitted by Aloe

only to reappear two years later and disturb the married life of his love Catherine. Heathcliff mysteriously disappears after overhearing Catherine’s low opinion of him. Heathcliff. widower Mr Earnshaw comes back from town with a new brother for his children: a small. everything is compromised and the novel ends with a note of bliss after all the gloom. 'Mr. is no match for the rich and handsome Edgar Linton.~ One day in the 1770s. Wuthering Heights is the recounting of this tragic love story. A perfect misanthropist's heaven: and Mr. Mr. As Heathcliff is more and more reduced to servitude. Heathcliff walks off after hearing Catherine say that it would be a degradation to be married to him. it does not depress. un-Victorian and imaginative work that is embedded in English folk-tradition and literature. Catherine’s older brother Hindley cruelly tyrannizes over Heathcliff after Mr. his sister. Earnshaw’s death. When Catherine becomes a woman and the suitors start calling. the new tenant of the Grange. However. The uncanny gypsy then spends the remainder of his unhappy life wreaking vengeance upon the multiple recipients who had hurt him in the past. as I announced my name. Linton. Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us. Although the work is bleak in places. certainly not if read to the end. though. . It recounts the saga of two starcrossed lovers.the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with. the wealthy owner of the nearby Thrushcross Grange. is not pleased. He returns three years later wealthy and longing for revenge. Wuthering Heights is known for its great setting on the moors that were so important to its writer and for the extremity of Heathcliff as Byronic Hero. Emily Bronte’s only novel. black boy whom he calls Heathcliff. This gothic book entwines romantic and eerie threads to form the ultimate heartthrobber. as I rode up. Heathcliff-a gypsy boy rescued from the streets of London by Mr. and of happiness redeemed through the next generation. treating him worse than a servant. On a stormy night. is a harrowing tale of passion and tragedy with a sunny ending. Earnshaw’s daughter. but Catherine. destitute and illiterate due to Hindley’s cruelty. Heathcliff?' I . an old servant of the Earnshaw family. still further in his waistcoat. Earnshaw-and Catherine Earnshaw. owner of Thrushcross Grange. and Mrs. The story is told by two characters in the sidelines: Mr. finds a playmate in this harsh boy. with a jealous resolution. A fantastic. he leaves a trace of disease. A capital fellow! He little imagined how my heart warmed towards him when I beheld his black eyes withdraw so suspiciously under their brows. Dean. and when his fingers sheltered themselves. dissipation and violence behind him.--Submitted by kiki1982 ~ Wuthering Heights.--Submitted by Constance de Montmorency Chapter 1 1801. who by now has become Mrs. Lockwood. This is certainly a beautiful country! In all England.I have just returned from a visit to my landlord . Doing just that. things will change severely when old Earnshaw dies and Hindley takes over the household with his wife. At the crucial stage. Catherine becomes aware that she and Heathcliff will never be able to keep themselves if they marry and she accepts the proposal of an Edgar Linton. I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society. the son of the household. Hindley. including Catherine who killed them both by marrying for money.

I suppose. I paused to admire a quantity of grotesque carving lavished over the front. and by a range of gaunt thorns all stretching their limbs one way. and I think that circumstance determined me to accept the invitation: I felt interested in a man who seemed more exaggeratedly reserved than myself. without any introductory lobby or passage: they . calling. or complete departure. 'Wuthering' being a significant provincial adjective. sir. Lockwood's horse. in my face so sourly that I charitably conjectured he must have need of divine aid to digest his dinner. 'I should not allow any one to inconvenience me. your new tenant. to express the hope that I have not inconvenienced you by my perseverance in soliciting the occupation of Thrushcross Grange: I heard yesterday you had had some thoughts . and then sullenly preceded me up the causeway. and bring up some wine. indeed: one may guess the power of the north wind blowing over the edge. by the excessive slant of a few stunted firs at the end of the house. A nod was the answer.' was the reflection suggested by this compound order. though hale and sinewy. and expressed the sentiment. 'Go to the Deuce:' even the gate over which he leant manifested no sympathising movement to the words. descriptive of the atmospheric tumult to which its station is exposed in stormy weather. . Happily. as if craving alms of the sun. When he saw my horse's breast fairly pushing the barrier. an old man: very old. 'The Lord help us!' he soliloquised in an undertone of peevish displeasure. and his pious ejaculation had no reference to my unexpected advent. I detected the date '1500. Pure.'Joseph. 'Mr.said. wincing. and cattle are the only hedge. and especially about the principal door. Before passing the threshold. above which. take Mr. among a wilderness of crumbling griffins and shameless little boys. nay. while relieving me of my horse: looking.' 'Thrushcross Grange is my own. if I could hinder it . I do myself the honour of calling as soon as possible after my arrival. and I had no desire to aggravate his impatience previous to inspecting the penetralium. and the corners defended with large jutting stones. the architect had foresight to build it strong: the narrow windows are deeply set in the wall. Heathcliff's dwelling. he did put out his hand to unchain it. perhaps. but his attitude at the door appeared to demand my speedy entrance.walk in!' The 'walk in' was uttered with closed teeth. as we entered the court.' I would have made a few comments.' he interrupted. meantime.' and the name 'Hareton Earnshaw. sir. One stop brought us into the family sitting-room.cutters. bracing ventilation they must have up there at all times.' 'Here we have the whole establishment of domestics. Wuthering Heights is the name of Mr.' Joseph was an elderly. and requested a short history of the place from the surly owner. Lockwood. 'No wonder the grass grows up between the flags.

and other dogs haunted other recesses. and I observed no signs of roasting. and only last summer I proved myself perfectly unworthy of one. While enjoying a month of fine weather at the sea-coast. No. and. if looks have language. overwhelmed with confusion at her supposed mistake. some people might suspect him of a degree of under-bred pride. Let me hope my constitution is almost peculiar: my dear mother used to say I should never have a comfortable home. indeed. except where a frame of wood laden with oatcakes and clusters of legs of beef. and filled up an interval of silence by attempting to caress the canine mother. concealed it. Heathcliff forms a singular contrast to his abode and style of living. because he has an erect and handsome figure.the sweetest of all imaginable looks. I have a sympathetic chord within that tells me it is nothing of the sort: I know. on a vast oak dresser. Above the chimney were sundry villainous old guns. Heathcliff may have entirely dissimilar reasons for keeping his hand out of the way when he meets a would-be acquaintance. surrounded by a swarm of squealing puppies. persuaded her mamma to decamp. The apartment and furniture would have been nothing extraordinary as belonging to a homely. towering row after row. I 'never told my love' vocally. primitive structures. perhaps. One end. deep within. white stone. the chairs. who had left her nursery. to those which actuate me. He'll love and hate equally under cover. and was sneaking wolfishly to the back of my legs. till finally the poor innocent was led to doubt her own senses. The floor was of smooth. to the very roof. reflected splendidly both light and heat from ranks of immense pewter dishes. her lip curled up. painted green: one or two heavy black ones lurking in the shade. and looked a return . and a clatter of culinary utensils. Such an individual seated in his arm-chair. By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness. mutton. Possibly. and stalwart limbs set out to advantage in kneebreeches and gaiters. yet not looking amiss with his negligence. But Mr. northern farmer. and rather morose. It includes kitchen and parlour. interspersed with silver jugs and tankards. three gaudily-painted canisters disposed along its ledge. I alone can appreciate. I was thrown into the company of a most fascinating creature: a real goddess in my eyes. And what did I do? I confess it with shame . high-backed.shrunk icily into myself. generally. or baking. and esteem it a species of impertinence to be loved or hated again. nor any glitter of copper saucepans and tin colanders on the walls. as much a gentleman as many a country squire: rather slovenly. about the huge fireplace. as long as she took no notice of me. and her white teeth watering for . I'm running on too fast: I bestow my own attributes over-liberally on him. is to be seen in any circuit of five or six miles among these hills.skinned gypsy in aspect. at every glance retired colder and farther. his reserve springs from an aversion to showy displays of feeling . Mr.eminently.to manifestations of mutual kindliness. and ham. if you go at the right time after dinner. how undeserved. with a stubborn countenance. in dress and manners a gentleman: that is. the merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears: she understood me at last. He is a dark. but I believe at Wuthering Heights the kitchen is forced to retreat altogether into another quarter: at least I distinguished a chatter of tongues. his mug of ale frothing on the round table before him. by way of ornament. I took a seat at the end of the hearthstone opposite that towards which my landlord advanced. liver-coloured bitch pointer. In an arch under the dresser reposed a huge. by instinct.call it here 'the house' pre. The latter had never been under-drawn: its entire anatomy lay bare to an inquiring eye. still. like a snail. and a couple of horse-pistols: and. boiling.

Guests are so exceedingly rare in this house that I and my dogs. but gave no intimation of ascending. Take a glass of wine?' 'No. are you?' 'If I had been. and fire-flushed cheeks. Mr. assistance from some of the household in re-establishing peace. when her master entered on the scene. rushed into the midst of us flourishing a frying-pan: and used that weapon. he shouted again. though the hearth was an absolute tempest of worrying and yelping. Not anxious to come in contact with their fangs.a snatch. indeed!' I muttered. Lockwood. eyeing me in a manner that I could ill endure.' he remarked. You might as well leave a stranger with a brood of tigers!' 'They won't meddle with persons who touch nothing. beginning to perceive that it would be foolish to sit sulking for the .' growled Mr. sir?' I bowed and returned the pledge. and hastened to interpose the table between us. Happily. This proceeding aroused the whole hive: half-a-dozen four-footed fiends. I flung her back. heaving like a sea after a high wind. 'The herd of possessed swine could have had no worse spirits in them than those animals of yours.' 'Not bitten. guttural gnarl. Here. hardly know how to receive them. that she suddenly broke into a fury and leapt on my knees. Heathcliff in unison. checking fiercer demonstrations with a punch of his foot. an inhabitant of the kitchen made more despatch: a lusty dame. 'The dogs do right to be vigilant. I felt my heels and coat-laps peculiar subjects of assault. issued from hidden dens to the common centre. and parrying off the larger combatants as effectually as I could with the poker. who shared with her a jealous guardianship over all my movements. with tucked-up gown. 'Come. Mr. thank you.' Heathcliff's countenance relaxed into a grin. I would have set my signet on the biter. and restoring the displaced table. 'What the devil is the matter?' he asked. I was constrained to demand. Your health. and her tongue. to such purpose. striding to a side door. sir. that the storm subsided magically. 'you are flurried.' he said. My caress provoked a long. come. I unfortunately indulged in winking and making faces at the trio. aloud. but.' Then. 'Joseph!' Joseph mumbled indistinctly in the depths of the cellar. and she only remained. of various sizes and ages. bare arms. Heathcliff and his man climbed the cellar steps with vexatious phlegm: I don't think they moved one second faster than usual. imagining they would scarcely understand tacit insults. and some turn of my physiognomy so irritated madam. 'You'd better let the dog alone.not kept for a pet. take a little wine. 'What the devil. so his master dived down to him. 'She's not accustomed to be spoiled . I am willing to own. putting the bottle before me. I sat still. after this inhospitable treatment. leaving me vis-à-vis the ruffianly bitch and a pair of grim shaggy sheepdogs.

. running up the flagged causeway bordered with straggling gooseberry-bushes.relaxed a little in the laconic style of chipping off his pronouns and auxiliary verbs. and. and introduced what he supposed would be a subject of interest to me. and before I went home. after a four-miles' walk. (N. This spectacle drove me back immediately. eh. notwithstanding. till my knuckles tingled and the dogs howled.' muttered the head. He . I shall go. I took my hat. taken as a fixture along with the house. Vinegar-faced Joseph projected his head from a round window of the barn. I jumped over. 'What are ye for?' he shouted. 'Wretched inmates!' I ejaculated. Go round by th' end o' t' laith. Joseph?' 'Nor-ne me! I'll hae no hend wi't. He hailed me to follow him. and. warm.on mounting the stairs with this lazy intention. however. a matronly lady. I grasped the latch and shook it vehemently. He evidently wished no repetition of my intrusion. At least. I would not keep my doors barred in the day-time. mentally. since his humour took that turn. I seized the handle to essay another trial. I don't care . arrived at Heathcliff's garden-gate just in time to escape the first feathery flakes of a snow-shower. 'T' maister's down i' t' fowld.B. and stepping into the room.I will get in!' So resolved. cheerful apartment where I was formerly .I dine between twelve and one o'clock. after marching through a wash-house. knocked vainly for admittance. . besides.probably swayed by prudential consideration of the folly of offending a good tenant . responsively. and shoo'll not oppen 't an ye mak' yer flaysome dins till neeght. and a paved area containing a coal-shed.' 'Why? Cannot you tell her whom I am. or would not. 'you deserve perpetual isolation from your species for your churlish inhospitality. I was encouraged so far as to volunteer another visit to-morrow. comprehend my request that I might be served at five) .' 'Is there nobody inside to open the door?' I hallooed. On that bleak hill-top the earth was hard with a black frost. if ye went to spake to him. I had half a mind to spend it by my study fire. On coming up from dinner. The snow began to drive thickly. we at length arrived in the huge. and shouldering a pitchfork. and the air made me shiver through every limb. Chapter 2 Yesterday afternoon set in misty and cold. Being unable to remove the chain. when a young man without coat. could not. pump. instead of wading through heath and mud to Wuthering Heights.misbehaviour of a pack of curs. vanishing. and raising an infernal dust as she extinguished the flames with heaps of cinders. I found him very intelligent on the topics we touched. appeared in the yard behind.a discourse on the advantages and disadvantages of my present place of retirement. 'There's nobbut t' missis. the housekeeper. I felt loth to yield the fellow further amusement at my expense. and. and pigeon-cot. I saw a servant-girl on her knees surrounded by brushes and coal-scuttles. It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.

rising and reaching from the chimney-piece two of the painted canisters. had they been agreeable in expression. leaning back in her chair. 'He'll be in soon. singularly unnatural to be detected there. very fair. and hemmed. Her position before was sheltered from the light.' said the young man. exceedingly embarrassing and disagreeable. 'I don't want your help. She looked at me. 'You should not have come out. she turned upon me as a miser might turn if any one attempted to assist him in counting his gold.' an individual whose existence I had never previously suspected. compounded of coal.received.' She never opened her mouth.' she snapped. I stared . the door must bear the consequence of your servants' leisure attendance: I had hard work to make them hear me. it was a heap of dead rabbits. I was pleased to observe the 'missis. or rather golden. 'Do you intend parting with the little ones. flaxen ringlets. It glowed delightfully in the radiance of an immense fire. she kept her eyes on me in a cool. hanging loose on her delicate neck. and wood. that would have been irresistible: fortunately for my susceptible heart.' she said. small features. Mrs. I hemmed once more. and apparently scarcely past girlhood: an admirable form. 'I'm afraid. in token of owning my acquaintance. regardless manner. and near the table.' said the amiable hostess. turning to an obscure cushion full of something like cats. and remained motionless and mute. your favourites are among these?' I continued. thinking she would bid me take a seat. I bowed and waited. repeating my comment on the wildness of the evening. to move the extreme tip of her tail.' 'I beg your pardon!' I hastened to reply. madam?' 'They are not mine. She was slender. at this second interview.she stared also: at any rate.' I obeyed. and eyes. 'Rough weather!' I remarked. more repellingly than Heathcliff himself could have replied. and drew closer to the hearth. 'A beautiful animal!' I commenced again. 'I can get them for myself. peat. 'Ah. who deigned. The canisters were almost out of her reach. gruffly. I made a motion to aid her. Heathcliff. now. 'Sit down. 'A strange choice of favourites!' she observed scornfully. . laid for a plentiful evening meal. I had a distinct view of her whole figure and countenance. and called the villain Juno. the only sentiment they evinced hovered between scorn and a kind of desperation. and the most exquisite little face that I have ever had the pleasure of beholding. Unluckily.

' 'Perhaps I can get a guide among your lads. I began to doubt whether he were a servant or not: his dress and speech were both rude. I could not. and. his thick brown curls were rough and uncultivated. and. indeed! Well. half smiling. 'Is he to have any?' she asked. 'Were you asked?' she repeated. 'You are the proper person to ask me. for all the world as if there were some mortal feud unavenged between us. I am come. 'No. 'and I fear I shall be weather-bound for half an hour. his whiskers encroached bearishly over his cheeks.' I said. looked down on me from the corner of his eyes.'Were you asked to tea?' she demanded. 'You see. five minutes afterwards. spoon and all. assuming the cheerful. In the absence of clear proofs of his condition. I deemed it best to abstain from noticing his curious conduct. almost haughty. . and standing with a spoonful of the leaf poised over the pot. sir. and I can tell you there is no chance of a change at present. the entrance of Heathcliff relieved me. and his hands were embrowned like those of a common labourer: still his bearing was free. in some measure. shaking the white flakes from his clothes. from my uncomfortable state. Do you know that you run a risk of being lost in the marshes? People familiar with these moors often miss their road on such evenings. her forehead corrugated. shifting his ferocious gaze from me to the young lady. and he might stay at the Grange till morning .' I answered. tying an apron over her neat black frock. and resumed her chair in a pet. and he showed none of a domestic's assiduity in attending on the lady of the house. entirely devoid of the superiority observable in Mr.' She flung the tea back. then.could you spare me one?' 'No. and Mrs. I must trust to my own sagacity. appealing to Heathcliff. like a child's ready to cry.' 'Half an hour?' he said. if you can afford me shelter during that space. erecting himself before the blaze. the young man had slung on to his person a decidedly shabby upper garment. according to promise!' I exclaimed.' 'Umph!' 'Are you going to mak' the tea?' demanded he of the shabby coat. Heathcliff.' 'Oh. 'I shall be glad to have a cup. and her red under-lip pushed out. 'I wonder you should select the thick of a snow-storm to ramble about in. Meanwhile.

'The clown at my elbow. 'It is strange.oh. will you?' was the answer.I see now: you are the favoured possessor of the beneficent fairy. it was not.' The last reflection may seem conceited. even when her body is gone. Mr. I thought. certainly . The tone in which the words were said revealed a genuine bad nature.' And we all. and it was impossible. 'Mrs. I no longer felt inclined to call Heathcliff a capital fellow. 'Ah. When the preparations were finished. Is that it?' Perceiving myself in a blunder. as he spoke. if I had caused the cloud. however ill-tempered they might be.'Now. interpret the language of his soul. your wife. and with your amiable lady as the presiding genius over your home and heart . I mean. I might have seen there was too great a disparity between the ages of the parties to make it likely that they were man and wife. I knew. Then it flashed on me . in the interval of swallowing one cup of tea and receiving another . unless he has a most perverse set of facial muscles that will not. The other did not look seventeen. of course. uttered so savagely that I started. . One was about forty: a period of mental vigour at which men seldom cherish the delusion of being married for love by girls: that dream is reserved for the solace of our declining years. yet. yes . Heathcliff.I must beware how I cause her to regret her choice. including the rustic youth. Heathcliff is my daughter-in-law. He turned. corroborating my surmise. who is drinking his tea out of a basin and eating his broad with unwashed hands. it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it. may be her husband: Heathcliff junior.'Get it ready. I attempted to correct it. he invited me with .' 'Well. that I was tolerably attractive. surrounded by your family. you would intimate that her spirit has taken the post of ministering angel.my amiable lady?' 'Mrs.' I began. I'll venture to say. My neighbour struck me as bordering on repulsive. sir. 'Where is she . turning to my neighbour. bring forward your chair. with an almost diabolical sneer on his face.' I remarked.'it is strange how custom can mould our tastes and ideas: many could not imagine the existence of happiness in a life of such complete exile from the world as you spend.' 'My amiable lady!' he interrupted. Here is the consequence of being buried alive: she has thrown herself away upon that boor from sheer ignorance that better individuals existed! A sad pity . through experience. They could not every day sit so grim and taciturn. that. like those of other people. drew round the table: an austere silence prevailing while we discussed our meal. Heathcliff. a peculiar look in her direction: a look of hatred. and guards the fortunes of Wuthering Heights. that the universal scowl they wore was their every-day countenance.' said Heathcliff.

'and I'd counsel you to respect it!' 'I've shown no disrespect.' 'And this young man is .' Heathcliff smiled again. and smothered the storm in a brutal curse. I took care not to notice. 'The roads will be buried already.' said Heathcliff. drive those dozen sheep into the barn porch. 'How must I do?' I continued.yah'll niver mend o'yer ill ways. The former. diverting herself with burning a bundle of matches which had fallen from the chimney-piece as she restored the tea-canister to its place.' observed my host. her mate is dead.' was my reply.This was worse than before: the youth grew crimson. as if it were rather too bold a jest to attribute the paternity of that bear to him. for fear I might be tempted either to box his ears or render my hilarity audible. laughing internally at the dignity with which he announced himself. and sky and hills mingled in one bitter whirl of wind and suffocating snow.' growled the other. if they were bare. The business of eating being concluded. and no one uttering a word of sociable conversation. but goa raight to t' divil. and more than neutralised. But he seemed to recollect himself presently. He fixed his eye on me longer than I cared to return the stare. A sorrowful sight I saw: dark night coming down prematurely. The dismal spiritual atmosphere overcame. and clenched his fist. assuredly. I began to feel unmistakably out of place in that pleasant family circle. There was no reply to my question. the glowing physical comforts round me. she must have married my son. like yer mother afore ye!' . 'I don't think it possible for me to get home now without a guide. and in cracked tones grated out . with rising irritation. when all on 'ems goan out! Bud yah're a nowt. and it's no use talking . I said she was my daughter-in-law: therefore. and Mrs. They'll be covered if left in the fold all night: and put a plank before them. took a critical survey of the room. and on looking round I saw only Joseph bringing in a pail of porridge for the dogs. 'My name is Hareton Earnshaw. when he had deposited his burden. 'Unhappy in your conjectures. 'we neither of us have the privilege of owning your good fairy.' I could not help exclaiming.' 'Hareton. however. sir. with every appearance of a meditated assault.'Aw wonder how yah can fashion to stand thear i' idleness un war. muttered on my behalf: which. and. I could scarcely distinguish a foot in advance.' 'Not my son. and I resolved to be cautious how I ventured under those rafters a third time. Heathcliff leaning over the fire. I approached a window to examine the weather.

and ejaculating 'wicked' as he went.' 'Who? There is himself. Heathcliff. if you hear of me being discovered dead in a bog or a pit full of snow. on such a night.' 'You! I should be sorry to ask you to cross the threshold. not to show it: or else to persuade Mr. I endeavoured to interest her in my distress. I presume. Heathcliff to give me a guide. or I'll hurt you seriously! I'll have you all modelled in wax and clay! and the first who passes the limits I fix shall . you'll see! Go. Heathcliff. The red cow didn't die by chance. They wouldn't let me go to the end of the garden wall. however. now that we were alone. and the long book open before her. I'm looking at you!' The little witch put a mock malignity into her beautiful eyes. but as sound as I can give. with that face. for my convenience. and your rheumatism can hardly be reckoned among providential visitations!' 'Oh. Joseph. 'you must excuse me for troubling you. your conscience won't whisper that it is partly your fault?' 'How so? I cannot escort you. 'may the Lord deliver us from evil!' 'No. taking a long.' I said earnestly.I'll not say what he shall be done to . because. I thought her conduct must be prompted by a species of dreary fun. checked me by her answer. 'Mrs. stepped towards the aged rascal with an intention of kicking him out of the door. trembling with sincere horror.' 'Then. 'I want you to tell me my way. for a moment. whenever you mention the devil's name? I warn you to refrain from provoking me. 'I'll show you how far I've progressed in the Black Art: I shall soon be competent to make a clear house of it. those are all. reprobate! you are a castaway . Mrs. and. praying. I'm sure you cannot help being good-hearted. wicked. Do point out some landmarks by which I may know my way home: I have no more idea how to get there than you would have how to get to London!' 'Take the road you came.' she continued. ensconcing herself in a chair. Which would you have?' 'Are there no boys at the farm?' 'No.be off.' I cried.but. dark book from a shelf. Zillah. hurried out. 'You scandalous old hypocrite!' she replied. 'Are you not afraid of being carried away bodily. sufficiently enraged. 'It is brief advice. and Joseph.I imagined. Earnshaw.' . wicked!' gasped the elder. Joseph and I. and. with a candle.' she answered. that this piece of eloquence was addressed to me. or I'll ask your abduction as a special favour! Stop! look here.

towards whom I had been steering. I have nothing to do with it.' he said. and flourishing their tails. as I wandered round.' cried Heathcliff's stern voice from the kitchen entrance. running against Earnshaw in my haste. hatless and trembling . It was so dark that I could not see the means of exit.' murmured Mrs. 'As to staying here.' 'I hope it will be a lesson to you to make no more rash journeys on these hills. shoo's cursing on 'em!' muttered Joseph. pursuing my retreat. Gnasher! Hey.' 'Then I hope his ghost will haunt you. no! A stranger is a stranger. Heathcliff will never get another tenant till the Grange is a ruin.' she answered. and pushed past him into the yard. 'And who is to look after the horses. and. and extinguishing the light. which I seized unceremoniously. hearken. holld him. but they would suffer no resurrection. rushed to the nearest postern. 'Not at your command!' retorted Hareton. Fortunately.'Then. you'd better be quiet. At first the young man appeared about to befriend me. or whatever relation he bore. milking the cows by the light of a lantern. two hairy monsters flew at my throat. if you do. and yawning.' I replied. bearing me down. calling out that I would send it back on the morrow. holld him!' On opening the little door. I don't keep accommodations for visitors: you must share a bed with Hareton or Joseph. 'Hey. He sat within earshot. while a mingled guffaw from Heathcliff and Hareton put the copestone on my rage and humiliation. I uttered an expression of disgust. he's staling t' lanthern!' shouted the ancient. it follows that I am compelled to stay. and I was forced to lie till their malignant masters pleased to deliver me: then. sharply. dog! Hey Wolf. I heard another specimen of their civil behaviour amongst each other. the beasts seemed more bent on stretching their paws. 'You'll go with him to hell!' exclaimed his master. 'Maister.' 'That you may settle with your host. more kindly than I expected. and. than devouring me alive. With this insult my patience was at an end. 'No.' 'I can sleep on a chair in this room. be he rich or poor: it will not suit me to permit any one the range of the place while I am off guard!' said the unmannerly wretch. Heathcliff. and I hope Mr. 'Hearken. 'If you set store on him. 'I'll go with him as far as the park. eh?' 'A man's life is of more consequence than one evening's neglect of the horses: somebody must go. maister.

with wrath.on their peril to keep me one minute longer with several incoherent threats of retaliation that. smacked of King Lear. wisht. and then passed on to the inner room. This was Zillah. had there not been one person at hand rather more rational than myself. . hold ye still.' she cried. who at length issued forth to inquire into the nature of the uproar. She thought that some of them had been laying violent hands on me. she turned her vocal artillery against the younger scoundrel. Mr. I ordered the miscreants to let me out . he's fair choking! Wisht. Heathcliff followed. The vehemence of my agitation brought on a copious bleeding at the nose. while she condoled with me on my sorry predicament. Come in. and pulled me into the kitchen. and more benevolent than my entertainer. you mun'n't go on so. He told Zillah to give me a glass of brandy. and still I scolded. and I'll cure that: there now. and thus compelled perforce to accept lodgings under his roof. 'I wonder what you'll have agait next? Are we going to murder folk on our very door-stones? I see this house will never do for me .' With these words she suddenly splashed a pint of icy water down my neck. and dizzy. and still Heathcliff laughed. whereby I was somewhat revived. 'Well. not daring to attack her master. Earnshaw. in their indefinite depth of virulency. the stout housewife.look at t' poor lad. I don't know what would have concluded the scene. and faint. I was sick exceedingly. his accidental merriment expiring quickly in his habitual moroseness. Mr. and. and having obeyed his orders. ushered me to bed.

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