WUTHERING HEIGHTS Emily Bronte CHAPTER I 1801.

²I have just returned from a visit to my landlord²the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with. This is certainly a beautiful country! In all England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society. A perfect misanthropist¶s heaven: and Mr. Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us. A capital fellow! He little imagined how my heart warmed towards him when I beheld his black eyes withdraw so suspiciously under their brows, as I rode up, and when his fingers sheltered themselves, with a jealous resolution, still further in his waistcoat, as I announced my name. µMr. Heathcliff?¶ I said. A nod was the answer. µMr. Lockwood, your new tenant, sir. I do myself the honour of calling as soon as possible after my arrival, 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 thoughts² ¶ µThrushcross Grange is my own, sir,¶ he interrupted, wincing. µI should not allow any one to inconvenience me, if I could hinder it²walk in!¶ The µwalk in¶ was uttered with closed teeth, and expressed the sentiment, µGo to the Deuce:¶ even the gate over which he leant manifested no sympathising movement to the words; and I think that circumstance determined me to accept the invitation: I felt interested in a man who seemed more exaggeratedly reserved than myself. When he saw my horse¶s breast fairly pushing the barrier, he did put out his hand to unchain it, and then sullenly preceded me up the causeway, calling, as we entered the court,²µJoseph, take Mr. Lockwood¶s horse; and bring up some wine.¶ µHere we have the whole establishment of domestics, I suppose,¶ was the reflection suggested by this compound order. µNo wonder the grass grows up between the flags, and cattle are the only hedge-cutters.¶ Joseph was an elderly, nay, an old man: very old, perhaps, though hale and sinewy. µThe Lord help us!¶ he soliloquised in an undertone of peevish displeasure, while relieving me of my horse: looking, meantime, in my face so sourly that I charitably conjectured he must have need of divine aid to digest his dinner, and his pious ejaculation had no reference to my unexpected advent.

Wuthering Heights is the name of Mr. Heathcliff¶s dwelling. µWuthering¶ being a significant provincial adjective, descriptive of the atmospheric tumult to which its station is exposed in stormy weather. Pure, bracing ventilation they must have up there at all times, 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; and by a range of gaunt thorns all stretching their limbs one way, as if craving alms of the sun. Happily, the architect had foresight to build it strong: the narrow windows are deeply set in the wall, and the corners defended with large jutting stones. Before passing the threshold, I paused to admire a quantity of grotesque carving lavished over the front, and especially about the principal door; above which, among a wilderness of crumbling griffins and shameless little boys, I detected the date µ1500,¶ and the name µHareton Earnshaw.¶ I would have made a few comments, and requested a short history of the place from the surly owner; but his attitude at the door appeared to demand my speedy entrance, or complete departure, and I had no desire to aggravate his impatience previous to inspecting the penetralium. One stop brought us into the family sitting-room, without any introductory lobby or passage: they call it here µthe house¶ pre-eminently. It includes kitchen and parlour, generally; but I believe at Wuthering Heights the kitchen is forced to retreat altogether into another quarter: at least I distinguished a chatter of tongues, and a clatter of culinary utensils, deep within; and I observed no signs of roasting, boiling, or baking, about the huge fireplace; nor any glitter of copper saucepans and tin cullenders on the walls. One end, indeed, reflected splendidly both light and heat from ranks of immense pewter dishes, interspersed with silver jugs and tankards, towering row after row, on a vast oak dresser, to the very roof. The latter had never been underdrawn: its entire anatomy lay bare to an inquiring eye, except where a frame of wood laden with oatcakes and clusters of legs of beef, mutton, and ham, concealed it. Above the chimney were sundry villainous old guns, and a couple of horse-pistols: and, by way of ornament, three gaudily-painted canisters disposed along its ledge. The floor was of smooth, white stone; the chairs, high-backed, primitive structures, painted green: one or two heavy black ones lurking in the shade. In an arch under the dresser reposed a huge, liver-coloured bitch pointer, surrounded by a swarm of squealing puppies; and other dogs haunted other recesses. The apartment and furniture would have been nothing extraordinary as belonging to a homely, northern farmer, with a stubborn countenance, and stalwart limbs set out to advantage in kneebreeches and gaiters. Such an individual seated in his arm-chair, his mug of ale frothing on the round table before him, is to be seen in any circuit of five or six miles among these hills, if you go at the right time after dinner. But Mr. Heathcliff forms a singular contrast to his abode and style of living. He is a dark-skinned gipsy in aspect, in dress and manners a gentleman: that is, as much a gentleman as many a country squire: rather slovenly, perhaps, yet not looking amiss with his negligence, because he has an erect and handsome figure; and rather morose. Possibly, some people might suspect him of a degree of under-bred pride; I have a sympathetic chord within that tells me it is nothing of the sort: I know, by instinct, his reserve springs from an aversion to showy displays of feeling²to manifestations of mutual kindliness. He¶ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to be loved or hated again. No, I¶m running on too fast: I bestow my own attributes over-liberally on him. Mr. Heathcliff may have entirely dissimilar reasons for keeping his hand out of the way when he meets a would-be acquaintance, to those which actuate me. Let me hope my constitution is almost peculiar: my dear mother used to say I should never have a comfortable home; and only last summer I proved myself perfectly unworthy of one.

While enjoying a month of fine weather at the sea-coast, I was thrown into the company of a most fascinating creature: a real goddess in my eyes, as long as she took no notice of me. I µnever told my love¶ vocally; still, if looks have language, the merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears: she understood me at last, and looked a return²the sweetest of all imaginable looks. And what did I do? I confess it with shame²shrunk icily into myself, like a snail; at every glance retired colder and farther; till finally the poor innocent was led to doubt her own senses, and, overwhelmed with confusion at her supposed mistake, persuaded her mamma to decamp. By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate. I took a seat at the end of the hearthstone opposite that towards which my landlord advanced, and filled up an interval of silence by attempting to caress the canine mother, who had left her nursery, and was sneaking wolfishly to the back of my legs, her lip curled up, and her white teeth watering for a snatch. My caress provoked a long, guttural gnarl. µYou¶d better let the dog alone,¶ growled Mr. Heathcliff in unison, checking fiercer demonstrations with a punch of his foot. µShe¶s not accustomed to be spoiled²not kept for a pet.¶ Then, striding to a side door, he shouted again, µJoseph!¶ Joseph mumbled indistinctly in the depths of the cellar, but gave no intimation of ascending; so his master dived down to him, leaving me vis-à-vis the ruffianly bitch and a pair of grim shaggy sheep-dogs, who shared with her a jealous guardianship over all my movements. Not anxious to come in contact with their fangs, I sat still; but, imagining they would scarcely understand tacit insults, I unfortunately indulged in winking and making faces at the trio, and some turn of my physiognomy so irritated madam, that she suddenly broke into a fury and leapt on my knees. I flung her back, and hastened to interpose the table between us. This proceeding aroused the whole hive: half-a-dozen four-footed fiends, of various sizes and ages, issued from hidden dens to the common centre. I felt my heels and coat-laps peculiar subjects of assault; and parrying off the larger combatants as effectually as I could with the poker, I was constrained to demand, aloud, assistance from some of the household in re-establishing peace. Mr. Heathcliff and his man climbed the cellar steps with vexatious phlegm: I don¶t think they moved one second faster than usual, though the hearth was an absolute tempest of worrying and yelping. Happily, an inhabitant of the kitchen made more despatch: a lusty dame, with tucked-up gown, bare arms, and fire-flushed cheeks, rushed into the midst of us flourishing a frying-pan: and used that weapon, and her tongue, to such purpose, that the storm subsided magically, and she only remained, heaving like a sea after a high wind, when her master entered on the scene. µWhat the devil is the matter?¶ he asked, eyeing me in a manner that I could ill endure, after this inhospitable treatment. µWhat the devil, indeed!¶ I muttered. µThe herd of possessed swine could have had no worse spirits in them than those animals of yours, sir. You might as well leave a stranger with a brood of tigers!¶ µThey won¶t meddle with persons who touch nothing,¶ he remarked, putting the bottle before me, and restoring the displaced table. µThe dogs do right to be vigilant. Take a glass of wine?¶ µNo, thank you.¶

µCome. I am willing to own. and. Lockwood. the housekeeper. since his humour took that turn. I would not keep my doors barred in the day-time. hardly know how to receive them. if ye went to spake to him. knocked vainly for admittance. He²probably swayed by prudential consideration of the folly of offending a good tenant²relaxed a little in the laconic style of chipping off his pronouns and auxiliary verbs. µyou are flurried.µNot bitten. and stepping into the room. CHAPTER II Yesterday afternoon set in misty and cold. responsively. This spectacle drove me back immediately. µWretched inmates!¶ I ejaculated. µyou deserve perpetual isolation from your species for your churlish inhospitality. On that bleak hill-top the earth was hard with a black frost. and the air made me shiver through every limb.¶ µIs there nobody inside to open the door?¶ I hallooed. after a four-miles¶ walk. I found him very intelligent on the topics we touched. and. µThere¶s nobbut t¶ missis. and raising an infernal dust as she extinguished the flames with heaps of cinders. (N. I saw a servant-girl on her knees surrounded by brushes and coal-scuttles. At least.B. and shoo¶ll not oppen ¶t an ye mak¶ yer flaysome dins till neeght. or would not. I don¶t care²I will get in!¶ So resolved.¶ . come. I was encouraged so far as to volunteer another visit to-morrow. however. Vinegarfaced Joseph projected his head from a round window of the barn. I felt loth to yield the fellow further amusement at my expense. I would have set my signet on the biter. I shall go.²I dine between twelve and one o¶clock. a matronly lady. Go round by th¶ end o¶ t¶ laith. sir?¶ I bowed and returned the pledge.²a discourse on the advantages and disadvantages of my present place of retirement. Guests are so exceedingly rare in this house that I and my dogs. taken as a fixture along with the house. Here.¶ Heathcliff¶s countenance relaxed into a grin. are you?¶ µIf I had been. beginning to perceive that it would be foolish to sit sulking for the misbehaviour of a pack of curs. notwithstanding. besides. take a little wine. I jumped over.¶ he said. I took my hat. I had half a mind to spend it by my study fire. Being unable to remove the chain. comprehend my request that I might be served at five)²on mounting the stairs with this lazy intention. mentally. till my knuckles tingled and the dogs howled. and introduced what he supposed would be a subject of interest to me. He evidently wished no repetition of my intrusion. µT¶ maister¶s down i¶ t¶ fowld. µWhat are ye for?¶ he shouted. Your health. and before I went home. arrived at Heathcliff¶s garden-gate just in time to escape the first feathery flakes of a snow-shower. I grasped the latch and shook it vehemently. It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him. could not. Mr. running up the flagged causeway bordered with straggling gooseberry-bushes. On coming up from dinner. instead of wading through heath and mud to Wuthering Heights.

laid for a plentiful evening meal. singularly unnatural to be detected there. peat. Heathcliff. at this second interview. flaxen ringlets.¶ said the young man. µSit down. and pigeon-cot. more repellingly than Heathcliff himself could have replied. and eyes. gruffly. Joseph?¶ µNor-ne me! I¶ll hae no hend wi¶t. I stared²she stared also: at any rate. and a paved area containing a coal-shed. Her position before was sheltered from the light. the only sentiment they evinced hovered between scorn and a kind of desperation. that would have been irresistible: fortunately for my susceptible heart. compounded of coal. pump. and drew closer to the hearth. I was pleased to observe the µmissis. regardless manner.µWhy? Cannot you tell her whom I am. Unluckily. who deigned. and the most exquisite little face that I have ever had the pleasure of beholding. in token of owning my acquaintance. madam?¶ µThey are not mine. µA strange choice of favourites!¶ she observed scornfully. now. eh. or rather golden. Mrs. µA beautiful animal!¶ I commenced again. µRough weather!¶ I remarked. The canisters were almost out of her reach. hanging loose on her delicate neck. I had a distinct view of her whole figure and countenance. your favourites are among these?¶ I continued. leaning back in her chair. and called the villain Juno. µDo you intend parting with the little ones. It glowed delightfully in the radiance of an immense fire. the door must bear the consequence of your servants¶ leisure attendance: I had hard work to make them hear me. turning to an obscure cushion full of something like cats. and apparently scarcely past girlhood: an admirable form. µAh. I hemmed once more. she turned upon me as a miser might turn if any one attempted to assist him in counting his gold. it was a heap of dead rabbits. I made a motion to aid her.¶ she said. and shouldering a pitchfork. warm. cheerful apartment where I was formerly received. and. repeating my comment on the wildness of the evening. I seized the handle to essay another trial. The snow began to drive thickly. exceedingly embarrassing and disagreeable.¶ an individual whose existence I had never previously suspected. and remained motionless and mute. and near the table. µI¶m afraid. appeared in the yard behind. She looked at me. thinking she would bid me take a seat. He hailed me to follow him. vanishing. I bowed and waited. She was slender. and wood. small features. we at length arrived in the huge. after marching through a wash-house. .¶ said the amiable hostess.¶ She never opened her mouth. µYou should not have come out. to move the extreme tip of her tail. had they been agreeable in expression. and hemmed. she kept her eyes on me in a cool. very fair. rising and reaching from the chimney-piece two of the painted canisters. µHe¶ll be in soon.¶ I obeyed.¶ muttered the head. when a young man without coat.

and I can tell you there is no chance of a change at present. µWere you asked?¶ she repeated. I must trust to my own sagacity. and. µYou see. five minutes afterwards. if you can afford me shelter during that space. his whiskers encroached bearishly over his cheeks. sir. µI shall be glad to have a cup. The tone in which the words were said revealed a genuine bad nature. tying an apron over her neat black frock. and. µWere you asked to tea?¶ she demanded. indeed! Well. Meanwhile. µYou are the proper person to ask me.¶ she snapped. for all the world as if there were some mortal feud unavenged between us. erecting himself before the blaze. and he showed none of a domestic¶s assiduity in attending on the lady of the house. µNo. shifting his ferocious gaze from me to the young lady. according to promise!¶ I exclaimed. like a child¶s ready to cry. half smiling. spoon and all.¶ µUmph!¶ µAre you going to mak¶ the tea?¶ demanded he of the shabby coat. µI wonder you should select the thick of a snow-storm to ramble about in. I am come. µGet it ready. looked down on me from the corner of his eyes. in some measure. µI can get them for myself. the entrance of Heathcliff relieved me. and his hands were embrowned like those of a common labourer: still his bearing was free. and Mrs. his thick brown curls were rough and uncultivated.¶ I answered. and her red under-lip pushed out. 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.µI don¶t want your help. her forehead corrugated. from my uncomfortable state. and resumed her chair in a pet. and standing with a spoonful of the leaf poised over the pot. µand I fear I shall be weather-bound for half an hour. will you?¶ was the answer. shaking the white flakes from his clothes. µIs he to have any?¶ she asked.¶ I said. uttered so savagely that I started.¶ She flung the tea back. appealing to Heathcliff.¶ µI beg your pardon!¶ I hastened to reply. the young man had slung on to his person a decidedly shabby upper garment. assuming the cheerful. and he might stay at the Grange till morning²could you spare me one?¶ µNo. I deemed it best to abstain from noticing his curious conduct.¶ µPerhaps I can get a guide among your lads. almost haughty. I began to doubt whether he were a servant or not: his dress and speech were both rude. then.¶ µHalf an hour?¶ he said. entirely devoid of the superiority observable in Mr. I no longer felt inclined to call Heathcliff a . I could not. In the absence of clear proofs of his condition. Heathcliff.¶ µOh.

however ill-tempered they might be. corroborating my surmise. unless he has a most perverse set of facial muscles that will not.¶ observed my host. µMrs. muttered on my behalf: which. The other did not look seventeen. I¶ll venture to say. that the universal scowl they wore was their every-day countenance. it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.¶ The last reflection may seem conceited. µWhere is she² my amiable lady?¶ µMrs. Mr. I thought. Heathcliff. yes²oh. that I was tolerably attractive. drew round the table: an austere silence prevailing while we discussed our meal. interpret the language of his soul. in the interval of swallowing one cup of tea and receiving another²µit 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. When the preparations were finished. with every appearance of a meditated assault. and with your amiable lady as the presiding genius over your home and heart²¶ µMy amiable lady!¶ he interrupted. Is that it?¶ Perceiving myself in a blunder. however. µUnhappy in your conjectures. that. surrounded by your family. her mate is dead. who is drinking his tea out of a basin and eating his broad with unwashed hands. you would intimate that her spirit has taken the post of ministering angel. as he spoke. turning to my neighbour. I said she was my daughter-in-law: therefore. µwe neither of us have the privilege of owning your good fairy. it was not.capital fellow. with an almost diabolical sneer on his face. Heathcliff. This was worse than before: the youth grew crimson. a peculiar look in her direction: a look of hatred.¶ I remarked. may be her husband: Heathcliff junior.¶ And we all. and it was impossible. I knew. Then it flashed on me²µThe clown at my elbow.¶ µAnd this young man is²¶ . sir. including the rustic youth. like those of other people. But he seemed to recollect himself presently. he invited me with²µNow. of course. 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 pity²I must beware how I cause her to regret her choice.¶ µWell. if I had caused the cloud. and guards the fortunes of Wuthering Heights. µIt is strange.¶ said Heathcliff. she must have married my son. bring forward your chair. through experience. and smothered the storm in a brutal curse. I took care not to notice. 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. I mean. sir.¶ I began. µAh. even when her body is gone. They could not every day sit so grim and taciturn. yet. Heathcliff is my daughter-in-law. your wife. He turned. and clenched his fist. certainly²I see now: you are the favoured possessor of the beneficent fairy. 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 attempted to correct it. My neighbour struck me as bordering on repulsive.

dark book from a shelf. took a critical survey of the room. µI¶ll show you how far I¶ve progressed in the Black Art: I shall soon be competent to make a clear house of it. Mrs. He fixed his eye on me longer than I cared to return the stare. and on looking round I saw only Joseph bringing in a pail of porridge for the dogs.¶ µHareton. µAre you not afraid of being carried away bodily. assuredly.¶ was my reply. and. when all on ¶ems goan out! Bud yah¶re a nowt. Heathcliff. The former. I began to feel unmistakably out of place in that pleasant family circle. checked me by her answer.µNot my son.¶ Heathcliff smiled again. µThe roads will be buried already. and your rheumatism can hardly be reckoned among providential visitations!¶ µOh. stepped towards the aged rascal with an intention of kicking him out of the door.¶ I could not help exclaiming. as if it were rather too bold a jest to attribute the paternity of that bear to him. The dismal spiritual atmosphere overcame.¶ she continued. wicked!¶ gasped the elder. if they were bare. I could scarcely distinguish a foot in advance. with rising irritation.¶ said Heathcliff. µand I¶d counsel you to respect it!¶ µI¶ve shown no disrespect. µMy name is Hareton Earnshaw. Joseph. wicked. µHow must I do?¶ I continued. drive those dozen sheep into the barn porch. whenever you mention the devil¶s name? I warn you to refrain from provoking me. diverting herself with burning a bundle of matches which had fallen from the chimney-piece as she restored the tea-canister to its place. They¶ll be covered if left in the fold all night: and put a plank before them. and more than neutralised. The red cow didn¶t die by chance.¶ growled the other. laughing internally at the dignity with which he announced himself. for a moment. however. and it¶s no use talking²yah¶ll niver mend o¶yer ill ways. and I resolved to be cautious how I ventured under those rafters a third time. µYou scandalous old hypocrite!¶ she replied. when he had deposited his burden. but goa raight to t¶ divil. that this piece of eloquence was addressed to me. There was no reply to my question. for fear I might be tempted either to box his ears or render my hilarity audible. and no one uttering a word of sociable conversation. µI don¶t think it possible for me to get home now without a guide. the glowing physical comforts round me. or I¶ll ask your abduction as a special favour! Stop! look here. The business of eating being concluded. and Mrs. and sky and hills mingled in one bitter whirl of wind and suffocating snow. and in cracked tones grated out²µAw wonder how yah can faishion to stand thear i¶ idleness un war. sufficiently enraged. Heathcliff leaning over the fire. µmay the Lord deliver us from evil!¶ . I approached a window to examine the weather. A sorrowful sight I saw: dark night coming down prematurely. and. taking a long. like yer mother afore ye!¶ I imagined.

I¶m looking at you!¶ The little witch put a mock malignity into her beautiful eyes. I thought her conduct must be prompted by a species of dreary fun.¶ µThat you may settle with your host. your conscience won¶t whisper that it is partly your fault?¶ µHow so? I cannot escort you. but as sound as I can give. µI want you to tell me my way. hurried out. and the long book open before her.¶ cried Heathcliff¶s stern voice from the kitchen entrance. They wouldn¶t let me go to the end of the garden wall. I uttered an expression of disgust. not to show it: or else to persuade Mr. . with that face. praying. if you do. 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 shall²I¶ll not say what he shall be done to²but.¶ I cried. I¶m sure you cannot help being good-hearted. with a candle.¶ I replied.¶ µYou! I should be sorry to ask you to cross the threshold. Zillah. Which would you have?¶ µAre there no boys at the farm?¶ µNo. and. and. I endeavoured to interest her in my distress. µAs to staying here. 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. µMrs.¶ she answered. trembling with sincere horror. for my convenience.¶ µWho? There is himself.¶ µThen.¶ he said. you¶ll see! Go. It was so dark that I could not see the means of exit. I heard another specimen of their civil behaviour amongst each other. Heathcliff. because. µyou must excuse me for troubling you. now that we were alone. on such a night. as I wandered round. At first the young man appeared about to befriend me. it follows that I am compelled to stay. µIt is brief advice. those are all. and Joseph. I presume. µI¶ll go with him as far as the park. and ejaculating µwicked¶ as he went. Heathcliff to give me a guide. Earnshaw.¶ µI can sleep on a chair in this room. 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!¶ µTake the road you came. no! A stranger is a stranger.¶ µThen.µNo.¶ I said earnestly. I don¶t keep accommodations for visitors: you must share a bed with Hareton or Joseph. if you hear of me being discovered dead in a bog or a pit full of snow. ensconcing herself in a chair.¶ µI hope it will be a lesson to you to make no more rash journeys on these hills. With this insult my patience was at an end. and pushed past him into the yard. I have nothing to do with it. running against Earnshaw in my haste. reprobate! you are a castaway²be off. Joseph and I. µNo.

¶ With these words she suddenly splashed a pint of icy water down my neck.µYou¶ll go with him to hell!¶ exclaimed his master. ushered me to bed. and yawning. and extinguishing the light. Heathcliff will never get another tenant till the Grange is a ruin. hearken. not daring to attack her master. you mun¶n¶t go on so. and. she turned her vocal artillery against the younger scoundrel. wisht. than devouring me alive.¶ she cried. Gnasher! Hey. milking the cows by the light of a lantern. µHey. µNot at your command!¶ retorted Hareton. Come in. holld him!¶ On opening the little door. I don¶t know what would have concluded the scene. bearing me down. The vehemence of my agitation brought on a copious bleeding at the nose. which I seized unceremoniously. and I hope Mr. Mr. more kindly than I expected. and still I scolded. and flourishing their tails. Heathcliff. and faint.¶ µThen I hope his ghost will haunt you. hatless and trembling with wrath. while a mingled guffaw from Heathcliff and Hareton put the copestone on my rage and humiliation. She thought that some of them had been laying violent hands on me. who at length issued forth to inquire into the nature of the uproar. sharply. hold ye still. smacked of King Lear. µMaister. µHearken. had there not been one person at hand rather more rational than myself. eh?¶ µA man¶s life is of more consequence than one evening¶s neglect of the horses: somebody must go. his accidental merriment expiring quickly in his habitual moroseness. two hairy monsters flew at my throat. and having obeyed his orders. or whatever relation he bore. Heathcliff followed. . I ordered the miscreants to let me out²on their peril to keep me one minute longer²with several incoherent threats of retaliation that. he¶s fair choking! Wisht. He told Zillah to give me a glass of brandy. µWell. and. the beasts seemed more bent on stretching their paws. µAnd who is to look after the horses. and pulled me into the kitchen. µIf you set store on him. rushed to the nearest postern. but they would suffer no resurrection. and I¶ll cure that: there now. while she condoled with me on my sorry predicament.¶ she answered. in their indefinite depth of virulency. and then passed on to the inner room. and thus compelled perforce to accept lodgings under his roof. µI 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 me²look at t¶ poor lad. calling out that I would send it back on the morrow. This was Zillah. Earnshaw. Mr. dog! Hey Wolf. and still Heathcliff laughed. holld him. he¶s staling t¶ lanthern!¶ shouted the ancient. you¶d better be quiet. maister. Fortunately. and dizzy. and more benevolent than my entertainer. pursuing my retreat. I was sick exceedingly. whereby I was somewhat revived. towards whom I had been steering. the stout housewife. shoo¶s cursing on ¶em!¶ muttered Joseph. and I was forced to lie till their malignant masters pleased to deliver me: then.¶ murmured Mrs. He sat within earshot.

and perfuming the place with an odour of roasted calfskin. was nothing but a name repeated in all kinds of characters. and the ledge of a window.¶ commenced the paragraph beneath. here and there varied to Catherine Heathcliff. µAn awful Sunday. myself. very conveniently designed to obviate the necessity for every member of the family having a room to himself. large and small²Catherine Earnshaw. and. she recommended that I should hide the candle. and took up another and another. childish hand. and not make a noise.²rudely. a pen-and-ink commentary²at least the appearance of one²covering every morsel of blank that the printer had left. in lean type. yet powerfully sketched. and every one else. a clothes-press. however. we could not go to church. and rousing myself to dispel the obtrusive name. served as a table. I fastened my door and glanced round for the bed. and a large oak case. I slid back the panelled sides. I shut it. while Hindley and his wife basked downstairs before a comfortable fire²doing anything but reading their Bibles. and never let anybody lodge there willingly. The whole furniture consisted of a chair. which it enclosed. I looked inside. but they had not rested five minutes when a glare of white letters started from the dark. scrawled in an unformed. Some were detached sentences. . she could not begin to be curious. I discovered my candle-wick reclining on one of the antique volumes. probably. her book. till my eyes closed. and it was covered with writing scratched on the paint. µI wish my father were back again.¶ and a date some quarter of a century back. Catherine¶s library was select. when first lighted on) I was greatly amused to behold an excellent caricature of my friend Joseph. I asked the reason. and I are going to rebel²we took our initiatory step this evening. Having approached this structure. as vivid as spectres²the air swarmed with Catherines. She did not know. where I placed my candle. had a few mildewed books piled up in one corner. got in with my light. and perceived it to be a singular sort of old-fashioned couch. Hindley is a detestable substitute²his conduct to Heathcliff is atrocious²H. and they had so many queer goings on. so Joseph must needs get up a congregation in the garret. till I had examined all. It was a Testament. Too stupefied to be curious myself. other parts took the form of a regular diary. µAll day had been flooding with rain. very ill at ease under the influence of cold and lingering nausea. and smelling dreadfully musty: a fly-leaf bore the inscription²µCatherine Earnshaw. and I began forthwith to decipher her faded hieroglyphics. In fact. An immediate interest kindled within me for the unknown Catherine. and its state of dilapidation proved it to have been well used. pulled them together again. it formed a little closet. I¶ll answer for it²Heathcliff. and continued spelling over Catherine Earnshaw²Heathcliff²Linton. with squares cut out near the top resembling coach windows. though not altogether for a legitimate purpose: scarcely one chapter had escaped. she answered: she had only lived there a year or two. At the top of an extra page (quite a treasure. for her master had an odd notion about the chamber she would put me in. In vapid listlessness I leant my head against the window. This writing. and. and then again to Catherine Linton. I snuffed it off.CHAPTER III While leading the way upstairs. sat up and spread open the injured tome on my knee. and felt secure against the vigilance of Heathcliff. The ledge.

and pushed the house-door ajar to give me light. if we did not make much noise. and seizing one of us by the collar. He tears down my handiwork. and threatens to turn him out of the house if we break his orders. where. I could not bear the employment. on an errand from the stables. nor eat with us any more. und t¶ sound o¶ t¶ gospel still i¶ yer lugs. kissing and talking nonsense by the hour²foolish palaver that we should be ashamed of. and hoping that Joseph would shiver too. and won¶t let him sit with us. Ech! th¶ owd man wad ha¶ laced ¶em properly²but he¶s goan!´ µHindley hurried up from his paradise on the hearth. µHow little did I dream that Hindley would ever make me cry so!¶ she wrote. under its shelter. till I cannot keep it on the pillow. now a mere titter is sufficient to send us into corners. A pleasant suggestion²and then. and Sabbath not o¶ered. Joseph asseverated. done already?´ On Sunday evenings we used to be permitted to play. like two babies.¶ un¶ Heathcliff¶s pawsed his fit into t¶ first part o¶ µT¶ Brooad Way to Destruction!¶ It¶s fair flaysome that ye let ¶em go on this gait. and mount: we were ranged in a row. and. and I have got the time on with writing for twenty minutes. Then there was a hubbub! µ³Maister Hindley!´ shouted our chaplain. µMy head aches. and proposes that we should appropriate the dairywoman¶s cloak. boxes my ears. I took my dingy volume by the scroop. I had just fastened our pinafores together. Poor Heathcliff! Hindley calls him a vagabond.´ Frances pulled his hair heartily. he may believe his prophecy verified²we cannot be damper. or colder. when in comes Joseph. he compelled us so to square our positions that we might receive from the far-off fire a dull ray to show us the text of the lumber he thrust upon us. We made ourselves as snug as our means allowed in the arch of the dresser. on a sack of corn. and hurled it into the dog-kennel. Heathcliff kicked his to the same place. A vain idea! The service lasted precisely three hours.´ says the tyrant. and croaks: µ³T¶ maister nobbut just buried. he and I must not play together. and the other by the arm. vowing I hated a good book. we each sought a separate nook to await his advent. He has been . ³owd Nick would fetch us as sure as we were living: and. µ³You forget you have a master here. and think o¶ yer sowls!´ µSaying this. for the next sentence took up another subject: she waxed lachrymose. in the rain than we are here.¶ ****** I suppose Catherine fulfilled her project. and there they were. if the surly old man come in. ³I¶ll demolish the first who puts me out of temper! I insist on perfect sobriety and silence. ³What. and then went and seated herself on her husband¶s knee. coom hither! Miss Cathy¶s riven th¶ back off µTh¶ Helmet o¶ Salvation. and ye darr be laiking! Shame on ye! sit ye down. I reached this book. and still I can¶t give over. but my companion is impatient. and hung them up for a curtain. he says. and a pot of ink from a shelf. ill childer! there¶s good books eneugh if ye¶ll read ¶em: sit ye down. groaning and shivering. pull his hair as you go by: I heard him snap his fingers. ³Maister. and have a scamper on the moors. so that he might give us a short homily for his own sake. so comforted. boy! was that you? Frances darling. Oh. and yet my brother had the face to exclaim. hurled both into the back-kitchen.and the unhappy ploughboy were commanded to take our prayer-books. when he saw us descending.

from the text²µSeventy Times Seven. I was not going there: we were journeying to hear the famous Jabez Branderham preach.¶ and were to be publicly exposed and excommunicated. my companion wearied me with constant reproaches that I had not brought a pilgrim¶s staff: telling me that I could never get into the house without one. he reached the µFirst of the Seventy-First. but as the clergyman¶s stipend is only twenty pounds per annum. Oh. threatening speedily to determine into one. with Joseph for a guide. a sudden inspiration descended on me. twice or thrice. Jabez had a full and attentive congregation. I have passed it really in my walks. µsitting here within these four walls. The four hundred and ninety-first is too much. and. almost before I ceased to be sensible of my locality.¶ And while I was. We came to the chapel. and he preached²good God! what a sermon. I sank back in bed. The roof has been kept whole hitherto. as we floundered on. Alas. and it seemed necessary the brother should sin different sins on every occasion. How I writhed. for the effects of bad tea and bad temper! What else could it be that made me pass such a terrible night? I don¶t remember another that I can at all compare with it since I was capable of suffering. For a moment I considered it absurd that I should need such a weapon to gain admittance into my own residence. I have endured and forgiven the four hundred and ninety heads of your discourse. They were of the most curious character: odd transgressions that I never imagined previously. and I had set out on my way home. I saw a red ornamented title²µSeventy Times Seven. Then a new idea flashed across me. or I had committed the µFirst of the Seventy-First. it lies in a hollow. and the First of the Seventy-First. and nudged Joseph to inform me if he would ever have done. too liberally. and sat down again.¶ I exclaimed. and swears he will reduce him to his right place²¶ ****** I began to nod drowsily over the dim page: my eye wandered from manuscript to print. and each discussing a separate sin! Where he searched for them. whose peaty moisture is said to answer all the purposes of embalming on the few corpses deposited there. The snow lay yards deep in our road. worrying my brain to guess what Jabez Branderham would make of his subject. I cannot tell. and stood up. in the Chapel of Gimmerden Sough. and nodded. between two hills: an elevated hollow. I thought it was morning. and fell asleep. However.blaming our father (how dared he?) for treating H.¶ A Pious Discourse delivered by the Reverend Jabez Branderham. at one stretch. I began to dream.¶ and either Joseph. and rubbed my eyes. and a house with two rooms. I was condemned to hear all out: finally. I was moved to rise and denounce Jabez Branderham as the sinner of the sin that no Christian need pardon. near a swamp. half-consciously. . Seventy times seven times have I plucked up my hat and been about to depart²Seventy times seven times have you preposterously forced me to resume my seat. which I understood to be so denominated. each fully equal to an ordinary address from the pulpit. no clergyman will undertake the duties of pastor: especially as it is currently reported that his flock would rather let him starve than increase the living by one penny from their own pockets. He had his private manner of interpreting the phrase. the preacher. and revived! How I pinched and pricked myself. in my dream.¶ At that crisis. divided into four hundred and ninety parts. µSir. and yawned. and boastfully flourishing a heavy-headed cudgel. how weary I grow.

To my confusion. and muttered to himself. in a frenzy of fright. and I heard distinctly the gusty wind. still more disagreeably than before. in a half-whisper. that I resolved to silence it. leaning over his cushion. blows. my fingers closed on the fingers of a little. poured forth his zeal in a shower of loud taps on the boards of the pulpit. shiveringly (why did I think of Linton? I had read Earnshaw twenty times for Linton)²µI¶m come home: I¶d lost my way on the moor!¶ As it spoke. for his. but could not stir a limb. they woke me. if you want me to let you in!¶ The fingers relaxed. I thought. µSeventy times seven times didst thou gapingly contort thy visage²seventy times seven did I take counsel with my soul²Lo. µHow can I!¶ I said at length. The hook was soldered into the staple: a circumstance observed by me when awake. Such honour have all His saints!¶ With that concluding word. execute upon him the judgment written. having no weapon to raise in self-defence. fell on other sconces. meanwhile. unwilling to remain idle. I seemed to keep them closed above a quarter of an hour. detected the disturber. plainly not expecting an . the whole assembly. that the place which knows him may know him no more!¶ µThou art the Man!¶ cried Jabez.¶ it replied. a child¶s face looking through the window. and crush him to atoms. I sat shuddering yet. I tried to jump up. This time. also. with a vigorous hand. finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off. to disengage myself. hurriedly piled the books up in a pyramid against it. and stretching an arm out to seize the importunate branch. aimed at me. ice-cold hand! The intense horror of nightmare came over me: I tried to draw back my arm. I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane. Presently the whole chapel resounded with rappings and counter rappings: every man¶s hand was against his neighbour. and a light glimmered through the squares at the top of the bed. At last. but forgotten. this is human weakness: this also may be absolved! The First of the Seventy-First is come. I rose and endeavoured to unhasp the casement. and wiping the perspiration from my forehead: the intruder appeared to hesitate. obscurely. and a most melancholy voice sobbed. I discovered the yell was not ideal: hasty footsteps approached my chamber door. and the driving of the snow. commenced grappling with Joseph. and I. I discerned. and Branderham. which responded so smartly that. µLet me in!¶ and maintained its tenacious gripe. µI must stop it. the instant I listened again. and dreamt again: if possible. nevertheless!¶ I muttered. I¶ve been a waif for twenty years!¶ Thereat began a feeble scratching outside. struggling. if possible. I heard. almost maddening me with fear. but the hand clung to it. and. to my unspeakable relief. and. I remembered I was lying in the oak closet. then turned and dozed. µCatherine Linton. the fir bough repeat its teasing sound. µLet me in²let me in!¶ µWho are you?¶ I asked. at last. I snatched mine through the hole.Fellow-martyrs. and so yelled aloud. not if you beg for twenty years. and stopped my ears to exclude the lamentable prayer. knocking my knuckles through the glass.¶ mourned the voice: µtwenty years. µLet me go. and the pile of books moved as if thrust forward. instead of which. my nearest and most ferocious assailant. and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes: still it wailed. there was the doleful cry moaning on! µBegone!¶ I shouted. yet.¶ µIt is twenty years. have at him! Drag him down. he said. rushed round me in a body. and ascribed it to the right cause: but it annoyed me so much. after a solemn pause. and rattled its dry cones against the panes! I listened doubtingly an instant. And what was it that had suggested the tremendous tumult? What had played Jabez¶s part in the row? Merely the branch of a fir-tree that touched my lattice as the blast wailed by. somebody pushed it open. µI¶ll never let you in. several clubs crossed. Brethren. exalting their pilgrim¶s staves. In the confluence of the multitude. Terror made me cruel.

I suppose that she wanted to get another proof that the place was haunted. or Earnshaw. and his face as white as the wall behind him. like counting. µHow²how dare you. which had completely slipped from my memory. Mr. Heathcliff. if I kept quiet. No one will thank you for a doze in such a den!¶ µWhat do you mean?¶ asked Heathcliff. µIs any one here?¶ I considered it best to confess my presence. I assure you. till thus awakened. A monotonous occupation. and feared he might search further. and his agitation was so extreme. since you are here. desirous to spare him the humiliation of exposing his cowardice further. Mr. under my roof?²God! he¶s mad to speak so!¶ And he struck his forehead with rage. crushing his nails into his palms. unless you were having your throat cut!¶ µIf the little fiend had got in at the window. as well as their printed. God confound you.¶ then it would have revealed my knowledge of their written. µIt is only your guest. flinging myself on to the floor. I¶ve no doubt!¶ Scarcely were these words uttered when I recollected the association of Heathcliff¶s with Catherine¶s name in the book. contents. owing to a frightful nightmare. Well. without showing further consciousness of the offence.¶ I called out. I blushed at my inconsideration: but.¶ µOh. for heaven¶s sake! don¶t repeat that horrid noise: nothing could excuse it. I hastened to add²µThe truth is. µand what are you doing? Lie down and finish out the night. The first creak of the oak startled him like an electric shock: the light leaped from his hold to a distance of some feet. µI should not care if you did. for I knew Heathcliff¶s accents. setting the candle on a chair. I shall not soon forget the effect my action produced. sir. I¶m sorry I disturbed you. she probably would have strangled me!¶ I returned. Heathcliff stood near the entrance. . that he could hardly pick it up. in his shirt and trousers. and rapidly resuming my garments.answer. Was not the Reverend Jabez Branderham akin to you on the mother¶s side? And that minx. Lockwood! I wish you were at the²¶ commenced my host. correcting myself. I turned and opened the panels. it is²swarming with ghosts and goblins! You have reason in shutting it up. calculated to set me asleep. µAnd who showed you up into this room?¶ he continued. I passed the first part of the night in²¶ Here I stopped afresh²I was about to say µperusing those old volumes. µI¶m not going to endure the persecutions of your hospitable ancestors again. I went on² µin spelling over the name scratched on that window-ledge. or however she was called²she must have been a changeling²wicked little soul! She told me she had been walking the earth these twenty years: a just punishment for her mortal transgressions. µWho was it? I¶ve a good mind to turn them out of the house this moment?¶ µIt was your servant Zillah. at my expense. or²¶ µWhat can you mean by talking in this way to me!¶ thundered Heathcliff with savage vehemence. With this intention. µI had the misfortune to scream in my sleep. so. because he found it impossible to hold it steady. and grinding his teeth to subdue the maxillary convulsions. with a candle dripping over his fingers. but. Catherine Linton. she richly deserves it. sir.¶ I replied.

but reading it often over produced an impression which personified itself when I had no longer my imagination under control. There was such anguish in the gush of grief that accompanied this raving. I stood still. and was witness.¶ µDelightful company!¶ muttered Heathcliff. that he struggled to vanquish an excess of violent emotion. and²nay. and Grimalkin mounted the other. µTake the candle. swept the cat from its elevation. Nothing was stirring except a brindled. I shall join you directly. commenced the operation of stuffing a three-inch pipe with tobacco. ignorant where the narrow lobbies led. and I drew off. and the house²Juno mounts sentinel there. shaped in sections of a circle. by his irregular and intercepted breathing. folded his arms. though why was beyond my comprehension. shuffling down a wooden ladder that vanished in the roof. I let him enjoy the . µyou may go into my room: you¶ll only be in the way. affirming I had never heard the appellation of µCatherine Linton¶ before. too. at last!¶ The spectre showed a spectre¶s ordinary caprice: it gave no sign of being. and bestowing himself in the vacancy. µCathy. µI¶ll walk in the yard till daylight. Heathcliff gradually fell back into the shelter of the bed. raked compactly together. coming down-stairs so early: and your childish outcry has sent sleep to the devil for me. however. bursting. the dogs are unchained. But. his apparent sense. Time stagnates here: we must surely have retired to rest at eight!¶ µAlways at nine in winter. and vexed at having related my ridiculous nightmare. that my compassion made me overlook its folly. Not liking to show him that I had heard the conflict. I guessed. grey cat. away with you! I¶ll come in two minutes!¶ I obeyed. and blowing out the light. to a piece of superstition on the part of my landlord which belied. and go where you please.I did not know whether to resent this language or pursue my explanation. I continued my toilette rather noisily. half angry to have listened at all. but he seemed so powerfully affected that I took pity and proceeded with my dreams. nearly enclosed the hearth. He cast a sinister look at the little flame which I had enticed to play between the ribs. He got on to the bed. so far as to quit the chamber. and soliloquised on the length of the night: µNot three o¶clock yet! I could have taken oath it had been six. My presence in his sanctum was evidently esteemed a piece of impudence too shameful for remark: he silently applied the tube to his lips. oddly. and then I¶ll be off. We were both of us nodding ere any one invaded our retreat. and landed in the back-kitchen. Keep out of the yard. by the motion of his arm¶s shadow. and rise at four. µCome in! come in!¶ he sobbed. do²once more! Oh! my heart¶s darling! hear me this time. enabled me to rekindle my candle. finally sitting down almost concealed behind it. on one of these I stretched myself. and you need not dread a repetition of my intrusion. as I spoke. µMr. and then it was Joseph. though. I suppose. as I fancied. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself. where a gleam of fire. do come. you can only ramble about the steps and passages. dashing a tear from his eyes. Catherine. Lockwood. into an uncontrollable passion of tears. looked at my watch. I descended cautiously to the lower regions. involuntarily. and saluted me with a querulous mew. Oh. Two benches. even reaching my station. I¶m now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society. through a trap: the ascent to his garret. when. and puffed away.¶ said my host. be it country or town. as he pulled at it.¶ I replied. since it produced that agony. and wrenched open the lattice. but the snow and wind whirled wildly through. which crept from the ashes. suppressing a groan: and.¶ he added.¶ µAnd for me.

and throwing it on a chair. and employing an epithet as harmless as duck. Having no desire to be entertained by a cat-and-dog combat. just finishing a stormy scene with poor Zillah. and now I opened my mouth for a µgood-morning. he got up. his back towards me. and still. continued through the whole length of the barren: these were erected and daubed with lime on purpose to serve as guides in the dark. were filled to a level. I stepped forward briskly. the refuse of the quarries. Heathcliff curled her lip. took an opportunity of escaping into the free air. at least. My landlord halloed for me to stop ere I reached the bottom of the garden. Zillah urging flakes of flame up the chimney with a colossal bellows. and offered to accompany me across the moor. you worthless²¶ he broke out as I entered. in a series of curses directed against every object he touched. now and then. where the females were already astir. by his preparations. and the speaker sprang to a safer distance. for Hareton Earnshaw was performing his orison sotto voce. A more elastic footstep entered next. blotted from the chart which my yesterday¶s walk left pictured in my mind. the swells and falls not indicating corresponding rises and depressions in the ground: many pits. while he rummaged a corner for a spade or shovel to dig through the drifts. reading a book by the aid of the blaze. and entire ranges of mounds. as if eager to partake the warmth of the hearth. He noticed this. I was surprised to see Heathcliff there also. It was well he did. and seemed absorbed in her occupation. He glanced over the back of the bench. a line of upright stones. intimating by an inarticulate sound that there was the place where I must go. at the first gleam of dawn. and heave an indignant groan. and Mrs. and walked to a seat far off. that snoozled its nose overforwardly into her face. turning to his daughter-in-law. kneeling on the hearth. and after sucking out his last wreath. µAnd you. and also when a fall. the salutation unachieved. if I changed my locality. He stood by the fire. closing her book. I guessed. and thought as little of exchanging civilities with me as with my companion the cat. out of temptation. leaving my hard couch. though you should swear your tongue out. at intervals of six or seven yards. I declined joining their breakfast. now clear. for the whole hill-back was one billowy. µThere you are. and. You shall pay me for the plague of having you eternally in my sight²do you hear. that egress was allowed. because you can make me if I refuse. That was not long. made a movement to follow him. Mrs. confounded the deep .¶ answered the young lady. Each had enough decorum to suspend further hostilities: Heathcliff placed his fists. where she kept her word by playing the part of a statue during the remainder of my stay.luxury unannoyed. and heaving a profound sigh. desisting from it only to chide the servant for covering her with sparks. at your idle tricks again! The rest of them do earn their bread²you live on my charity! Put your trash away. except what I please!¶ Heathcliff lifted his hand. I had remarked on one side of the road. It opened into the house. and. µBut I¶ll not do anything. but generally represented by a dash². and innocent of any knowledge of the interrupted dispute. obviously acquainted with its weight. white ocean. in his pockets. who ever and anon interrupted her labour to pluck up the corner of her apron. like the present. and cold as impalpable ice. Heathcliff. dilating his nostrils. and thrust at an inner door with the end of his spade. She held her hand interposed between the furnace-heat and her eyes.¶ but closed it again. or sheep. and find something to do. or to push away a dog. damnable jade?¶ µI¶ll put my trash away. and departed as solemnly as he came.

¶ I commenced. correctly. and a cloud of meditation over her ruddy countenance. now that they saw me returned. and either rouse me to animation or lull me to sleep by her talk. all traces of their existence had vanished: and my companion found it necessary to warn me frequently to steer to the right or left. times are greatly changed since then!¶ µYes. I adjourned to my study. I had lighted on a spot where it was next to impracticable²I. hoping sincerely she would prove a regular gossip. I bid them be quiet. excepting a dirty dot pointing up here and there.swamps on either hand with the firmer path: but. to restore the animal heat. µyou¶ve seen a good many alterations. at length. Our adieux were limited to a hasty bow. She was not a gossip. We exchanged little conversation. the clock chimed twelve as I entered the house. µYou have lived here a considerable time. and he halted at the entrance of Thrushcross Park. The distance from the gate to the grange is two miles. benumbed to my very heart. they had completely given me up: everybody conjectured that I perished last night. what with losing myself among the trees. after maintaining till dusk a struggle with low spirits and solitude.¶ I remarked. unless about her own affairs. sir: I came when the mistress was married. feeble as a kitten: almost too much so to enjoy the cheerful fire and smoking coffee which the servant had prepared for my refreshment. CHAPTER IV What vain weathercocks we are! I. to wait on her. At any rate. and. having studied for an interval. and thanked my stars that. and under pretence of gaining information concerning the necessities of my establishment.¶ There ensued a pause. after putting on dry clothes. for the porter¶s lodge is untenanted as yet. I believe I managed to make it four. after she died. the master retained me for his housekeeper. weak wretch. whence. However. and that gave exactly an hour for every mile of the usual way from Wuthering Heights. to sit down while I ate it. whatever were my wanderings. tumultuously. and pacing to and fro thirty or forty minutes. . I feared. with a fist on either knee. and sinking up to the neck in snow: a predicament which only those who have experienced it can appreciate. I suppose?¶ µI have: and troubles too. My human fixture and her satellites rushed to welcome me. and they were wondering how they must set about the search for my remains. and then I pushed forward. saying. exclaiming.¶ she said. she ejaculated²µAh. when she brought in supper. trusting to my own resources. when I imagined I was following. I dragged up-stairs. the windings of the road. was finally compelled to strike my colours. who had determined to hold myself independent of all social intercourse. and those could hardly interest me. Dean.¶ µIndeed. µdid you not say sixteen years?¶ µEighteen. I desired Mrs. I could make no error there.

then?¶ µYes. Linton¶s sister. I nursed her. Heathcliff? she looked very well. if he had meant to flit to Thrushcross Grange. as our Miss Cathy is of us²I mean. she is my late master¶s daughter: Catherine Linton was her maiden name. I think. he is the late Mrs. But a minute¶s reflection convinced me it was not my ghostly Catherine. but I should like to hear how she is!¶ µMrs. and Hareton is the last of them.¶ I continued. when they are alone in the world!¶ µHe had a son.¶ µWhat! Catherine Linton?¶ I exclaimed. and preferred living in a situation and residence so much inferior. µIs he not rich enough to keep the estate in good order?¶ I inquired. is his widow?¶ µYes. it seems?¶ µYes. Heathcliff would remove here. poor thing! I did wish Mr. yes. and every year it increases. and then we might have been together again. and. µRich. µmy predecessor¶s name was Linton?¶ µIt was. of the Lintons.µOh. Linton¶s nephew. It is strange people should be so greedy. Yes. Are they an old family?¶ µVery old. as soon as he heard of a good tenant he could not have borne to miss the chance of getting a few hundreds more. the other on the father¶s side: Heathcliff married Mr. who lives with Mr. I¶ll turn the talk on my landlord¶s family!¶ I thought to myself.¶ µThe young lady¶s cousin. and very handsome. µA good subject to start! And that pretty girl-widow.¶ µI see the house at Wuthering Heights has ³Earnshaw´ carved over the front door. sir!¶ she returned. an exotic that the surly indigenae will not recognise for kin. astonished. I don¶t wonder! And how did you like the master?¶ . not very happy.¶ With this intention I asked Mrs. as is more probable. Mrs. Heathcliff? Are they relations?¶ µNo. Then. Heathcliff.¶ µAnd who is that Earnshaw: Hareton Earnshaw. yet. Have you been to Wuthering Heights? I beg pardon for asking. I should like to know her history: whether she be a native of the country. sir. he had one²he is dead. Dean why Heathcliff let Thrushcross Grange. µHe has nobody knows what money. he¶s rich enough to live in a finer house than this: but he¶s very near²close-handed.¶ µWhere did she come from originally?¶ µWhy.¶ µOh dear. or.¶ µAnd that young lady. and her husband was her cousin also: one on the mother¶s. sir.

µA rough fellow. and I got used to playing with the children: I ran errands too. almost to a pitch of foolishness. my head felt hot. Do you know anything of his history?¶ µIt¶s a cuckoo¶s.¶ µWell. But you¶ve caught cold: I saw you shivering. but rather fearful (as I am still) of serious effects from the incidents of to-day and yesterday. and she put the meal off hour after hour. He did not forget me. not uncomfortable. but she could ride any horse in the stable. for I shall walk there and back: sixty miles each way. and then he asked Miss Cathy. through my nerves and brain. after he had told Joseph what was to be done during the day. and you must have some gruel to drive it out. Mrs. drew in her seat. but they begged sadly to be allowed to stay up. Earnshaw. and helped to make hay. He threw himself into a chair. Is not that his character? µRough as a saw-edge. and at last the children got tired of running down to the gate to look. and in stepped the master. and set off. and who were his parents. though he was rather severe sometimes. it will be a charitable deed to tell me something of my neighbours: I feel I shall not rest if I go to bed. µNow. came down-stairs. rather. and. Mrs. sir²I know all about it: except where he was born.¶ The worthy woman bustled off. the old master.¶ µHe must have had some ups and downs in life to make him such a churl. This caused me to feel. She returned presently. Then it grew dark. she commenced²waiting no farther invitation to her story²I was almost always at Wuthering Heights. my bonny man. I was excited. and. just about eleven o¶clock. the door-latch was raised quietly. laughing and groaning. and hung about the farm ready for anything that anybody would set me to. And Hareton has been cast out like an unfledged dunnock! The unfortunate lad is the only one in all this parish that does not guess how he has been cheated. It seemed a long while to us all²the three days of his absence²and often did little Cathy ask when he would be home. certainly.¶ µOh. for he was nearly killed²he would not have such another walk for the three kingdoms. and how he got his money at first. Mrs. and bid them all stand off. and Cathy. and the rest of me chill: moreover. Before I came to live here. . what shall I bring you? You may choose what you like: only let it be little. because my mother had nursed Mr. she was hardly six years old. there were no signs of his coming. Dean. and then I¶ll sit as long as you please. that is a long spell!¶ Hindley named a fiddle. and hard as whinstone! The less you meddle with him the better. dressed for a journey. He promised to bring me a pocketful of apples and pears. and me²for I sat eating my porridge with them²and he said. Hindley Earnshaw. Earnshaw expected him by supper-time on the third evening. I¶m going to Liverpool to-day. One fine summer morning²it was the beginning of harvest. and she chose a whip. I remember²Mr. however. speaking to his son. that was Hareton¶s father. evidently pleased to find me so companionable. he turned to Hindley. said good-bye. bringing a smoking basin and a basket of work. sir! I¶ll just fetch a little sewing. Dean. and. and I crouched nearer the fire. so be good enough to sit and chat an hour. having placed the former on the hob. and then he kissed his children. for he had a kind heart. she would have had them to bed.

the conclusion was. both began searching their father¶s pockets for the presents he had promised them. Earnshaw¶s door. as if he had hurt himself by accident. both for Christian and surname. I was obliged to confess. that my mistress grumbled herself calm. its face looked older than Catherine¶s. showed her humour by grinning and spitting at the stupid little thing. it only stared round. Well. He seemed a sullen. Hindley and Cathy contented themselves with looking and listening till peace was restored: then. and all that I could make out. Earnshaw was ready to fling it out of doors: she did fly up. µSee here. when she learned the master had lost her whip in attending on the stranger. and nobody was to blame.¶ We crowded round. and as good as dumb. black-haired child. he thought it better to take it home with him at once. so I put it on the landing of the stairs. amongst her scolding. This endurance made old Earnshaw furious. but Hindley hated him: and to say the truth I did the same. Miss Cathy and he were now very thick. and his money and time being both limited. in the streets of Liverpool. This was Heathcliff¶s first introduction to the family. crushed to morsels in the great-coat. but he was really half dead with fatigue. when he discovered his son persecuting the poor fatherless child. believing all he said (for that matter. and generally the truth). They entirely refused to have it in bed with them. wife! I was never so beaten with anything in my life: but you must e¶en take it as a gift of God. though it¶s as dark almost as if it came from the devil. and the mistress never put in a word on his behalf when she saw him wronged. and there he found it on quitting his chamber. he blubbered aloud. earning for her pains a sound blow from her father. and repeated over and over again some gibberish that nobody could understand. yet when it was set on its feet. and over Miss Cathy¶s head I had a peep at a dirty. He took to Heathcliff strangely. . than run into vain expenses there: because he was determined he would not leave it as he found it. patient child. it crept to Mr. perhaps. Not a soul knew to whom it belonged. and Mr. Inquiries were made as to how it got there. asking how he could fashion to bring that gipsy brat into the house. where he picked it up and inquired for its owner. The former was a boy of fourteen. By chance. he said. and give it clean things. and it has served him ever since. and we plagued and went on with him shamefully: for I wasn¶t reasonable enough to feel my injustice. and my pinches moved him only to draw in a breath and open his eyes. I found they had christened him µHeathcliff¶: it was the name of a son who died in childhood. Earnshaw told me to wash it. and whether he were mad? The master tried to explain the matter. and in recompense for my cowardice and inhumanity was sent out of the house. and Mrs.µAnd at the end of it to be flighted to death!¶ he said. to ill-treatment: he would stand Hindley¶s blows without winking or shedding a tear. was a tale of his seeing it starving. On coming back a few days afterwards (for I did not consider my banishment perpetual). opening his great-coat. when they had their own bairns to feed and fend for? What he meant to do with it. which he held bundled up in his arms. and I had no more sense. but when he drew out what had been a fiddle. and Cathy. and houseless. hardened. he said precious little. hoping it might he gone on the morrow. I was frightened. ragged. to teach her cleaner manners. and petting him up far above Cathy. or even in their room. big enough both to walk and talk: indeed. and let it sleep with the children. or else attracted by hearing his voice. who was too mischievous and wayward for a favourite. as he called him.

and when he discovered it. As an instance. before he entered the house. and softened towards the being by whose means I earned them.¶ Hindley put out his tongue. repaid his indulgence by any sign of gratitude. and got full revenge by letting his condition plead for him. and. he said to Hindley² µYou must exchange horses with me: I don¶t like mine.So. intimating who had caused it. and take on me the cares of a woman at once. but it soon fell lame. but staggered up immediately. escaping to the porch (they were in the stable): µyou will have to: and if I speak of these blows. I changed my idea. Earnshaw once bought a couple of colts at the parish fair. he was passing behind it. Earnshaw¶s death. He complained so seldom. I persuaded him easily to let me lay the blame of his bruises on the horse: he minded little what tale was told since he had what he wanted. Heathcliff took the handsomest. indeed. µYou¶d better do it at once. I sympathised a while. and went on with his intention. that I really thought him not vindictive: I was deceived completely. and down he fell. to my recollection. of such stirs as these. and shift it to his own stall. Cathy and her brother harassed me terribly: he was as uncomplaining as a lamb. µAnd I pray that he may break your neck: take him. Heathcliff was dangerously sick. µand then I¶ll tell how you boasted that you would turn me out of doors as soon as he died. However. and if you won¶t I shall tell your father of the three thrashings you¶ve given me this week. µTake my colt. and conscious he had only to speak and all the house would be obliged to bend to his wishes. The difference between him and the others forced me to be less partial. and praised me for my care. and I wondered often what my master saw to admire so much in the sullen boy. and he damned. and he hadn¶t wit to guess that I was compelled to do it. then!¶ said young Earnshaw. and gave the lads each one. I will say this. exchanging saddles and all. the young master had learned to regard his father as an oppressor rather than a friend. and thus Hindley lost his last ally: still I couldn¶t dote on Heathcliff. from the very beginning. imp of Satan. when Hindley finished his speech by knocking him under its feet. had not I prevented it. .¶ Hindley threw it.¶ µOff. breathless and white. he bred bad feeling in the house. not gentleness. I hope he¶ll kick out your brains!¶ Heathcliff had gone to loose the beast. which happened in less than two years after. and Heathcliff as a usurper of his parent¶s affections and his privileges. though knowing perfectly the hold he had on his heart. he was the quietest child that ever nurse watched over. He was not insolent to his benefactor. he would have gone just so to the master.¶ he persisted. I was surprised to witness how coolly the child gathered himself up. threatening him with an iron weight used for weighing potatoes and hay. as you will hear. and while he lay at the worst he would have me constantly by his pillow: I suppose he felt I did a good deal for him. standing still. which is black to the shoulder. and then sitting down on a bundle of hay to overcome the qualm which the violent blow occasioned. He got through. and at Mrs. and without stopping to examine whether his hopes were fulfilled. though hardness. hitting him on the breast. Gipsy. µThrow it. you beggarly interloper! and wheedle my father out of all he has: only afterwards show him what you are. and he grew bitter with brooding over these injuries. made him give little trouble. and see whether he will not turn you out directly. I remember Mr. and I had to tend them. and show him my arm. and the doctor affirmed it was in a great measure owing to me.² And take that. you¶ll get them again with interest. he was simply insensible. I was vain of his commendations. but when the children fell ill of the measles. who never. ran away as fast as he could.¶ he replied. and cuffed him over the ears. dog!¶ cried Hindley.

twice. Certainly she had ways with her such as I never saw a child take up before. the more influence he gained. I fancied the discontent of age and disease arose from his family disagreements. A wild. and about ruling his children rigidly. Her spirits were always at high-water mark.CHAPTER V In the course of time Mr. Mr. it was in his sinking frame. and lightest foot in the parish: and.¶ I hoped heartily we should have peace now. Earnshaw. and oblige you to be quiet that you might comfort her. you know. seeming to have got into his head the notion that. and shook with rage that he could not do it. or thrice. and plaguing everybody who would not do the same. it seldom happened that she would not keep you company. and is yet most likely. and the more feeble the master became. so we humoured his partiality. Earnshaw began to fail. but I would not bear slapping and ordering. or domineer over. and so I let her know. we had not a minute¶s security that she wouldn¶t be in mischief. he contrived to make a great impression on Mr. for when once she made you cry in good earnest. the servant: you saw him. Earnshaw did not understand jokes from his children: he had always been strict and grave with them. our curate (we had a curate then who made the living answer by teaching the little Lintons and Earnshaws. the sweetest smile. after all. had no idea why her father should be crosser and . but for two people²Miss Cathy. wicked slip she was²but she had the bonniest eye. and. Still it became in a manner necessary. He was. In play. though with a heavy spirit. on her part. The greatest punishment we could invent for her was to keep her separate from him: yet she got chided more than any of us on his account. and farming his bit of land himself) advised that the young man should be sent to college. This was especially to be remarked if any one attempted to impose upon. She was much too fond of Heathcliff. all hated. We might have got on tolerably. and she put all of us past our patience fifty times and oftener in a day: from the hour she came down-stairs till the hour she went to bed. It was a disadvantage to the lad. notwithstanding. It hurt me to think the master should be made uncomfortable by his own good deed. and that humouring was rich nourishment to the child¶s pride and black tempers. he regularly grumbled out a long string of tales against Heathcliff and Catherine: always minding to flatter Earnshaw¶s weakness by heaping the heaviest blame on the latter. Hindley¶s manifestation of scorn. because he liked Heathcliff. night after night. for the kinder among us did not wish to fret the master. yet his strength left him suddenly. his favourite: he was painfully jealous lest a word should be spoken amiss to him. while his father was near. Now. and when he was confined to the chimney-corner he grew grievously irritable. He had been active and healthy. laughing. He encouraged him to regard Hindley as a reprobate. and would never thrive as where he wandered. I daresay. as he would have it that it did: really. up yonder. He was relentless in worrying him about his soul¶s concerns. Earnshaw agreed. sir. I believe she meant no harm. and longed to do him an ill-turn. roused the old man to a fury: he seized his stick to strike him. the wearisomest self-righteous Pharisee that ever ransacked a Bible to rake the promises to himself and fling the curses to his neighbours. and Catherine. and commanding her companions: she did so to me. At last. for he said²µHindley was nought. using her hands freely. and Joseph. she liked exceedingly to act the little mistress. By his knack of sermonising and pious discoursing. her tongue always going²singing. A nothing vexed him. and Mr. and suspected slights of his authority nearly threw him into fits.

got up and said that he must rouse the master for prayers and bed. I remember the master. had more power over Heathcliff than his kindness: how the boy would do her bidding in anything. and she defying us with her bold. she leant against her father¶s knee. while I sobbed and listened. he¶s dead. Heathcliff! he¶s dead!¶ And they both set up a heart-breaking cry. before he fell into a doze. father?¶ But as soon as she saw him vexed again. and beg to be forgiven. Earnshaw¶s troubles on earth. after their work was done). Then I told her to hush. The little souls were comforting each other with better thoughts than I could have hit on: no parson in the world ever pictured heaven so beautifully as they did. and roared in the chimney: it sounded wild and stormy. in their innocent talk. and touched his shoulder. through wind and rain. and said she would sing him to sleep. I could not guess the use that either would be of. and answered. His peevish reproofs wakened in her a naughty delight to provoke him: she was never so happy as when we were all scolding her at once. the doctor. I doubt thy mother and I must rue that we ever reared thee!¶ That made her cry. and did not need me to console them. only Joseph.¶ said Catherine. seated by the fire-side. and Joseph reading his Bible near the table (for the servants generally sat in the house then. she sometimes came fondling to make it up at night. We all kept as mute as mice a full half-hour. then. µWhy canst thou not always be a good lass. say thy prayers. He stepped forward. and doing just what her father hated most²showing how her pretended insolence. and laughed. the other said he would come in the morning. and. baiting me. and that made her still. but they were calmer. . but Joseph asked what we could be thinking of to roar in that way over a saint in heaven. putting her arms round his neck. and ask God¶s pardon. After behaving as badly as possible all day. that ended Mr.less patient in his ailing condition than he was in his prime. back with me. at last. I went. and her ready words. Cathy. and his head sank on his breast. yet it was not cold. thou¶rt worse than thy brother. µNay. and Heathcliff was lying on the floor with his head in her lap. she kissed his hand. turning Joseph¶s religious curses into ridicule. having finished his chapter. The poor thing discovered her loss directly²she screamed out²µOh. I thought there was something wrong as he set down the light. though it was past midnight. loud and bitter. However. I saw they had never lain down. He died quietly in his chair one October evening. and then being repulsed continually hardened her. and seizing the children each by an arm. saucy look. She began singing very low. Miss Cathy had been sick. µI cannot love thee. I ran to the children¶s room: their door was ajar. before we could hinder her. till his fingers dropped from hers. and should have done so longer. Go. for fear she should wake him. He told me to put on my cloak and run to Gimmerton for the doctor and the parson. and called him by name. I could not help wishing we were all there safe together. and his only when it suited his own inclination.¶ the old man would say. µWhy cannot you always be a good man. and brought one.¶ µI shall bid father good-night first. and we were all together²I. A high wind blustered round the house. which he thought real. at first. Leaving Joseph to explain matters. I joined my wail to theirs. But the hour came. and she laughed if I told her to say she was sorry for her faults. child. busy at my knitting. and not stir. a little removed from the hearth. Cathy?¶ And she turned her face up to his. whispered them to µframe up-stairs. and make little din²they might pray alone that evening²he had summut to do. stroking her bonny hair²it pleased him rarely to see her gentle²and saying. but he would not move: so he took the candle and looked at him.

and asking repeatedly²µAre they gone yet?¶ Then she began describing with hysterical emotion the effect it produced on her to see black. and that reminded him to order Heathcliff a flogging. Every object she saw. Indeed. He had grown sparer. fell a-weeping²and when I asked what was the matter. he told Joseph and me we must thenceforth quarter ourselves in the back-kitchen. and the wide space there was to move about in where they usually sat. Heathcliff bore his degradation pretty well at first. and so dropped the intention. We don¶t in general take to foreigners here. she had neither money nor name to recommend her. and the presence of the mourners. She was rather thin. He drove him from their company to the servants. and she prattled to Catherine. and ran about with her. he would have carpeted and papered a small spare room for a parlour. She expressed pleasure. deprived him of the instructions of the curate. and started. Hindley came home to the funeral. though I should have been dressing the children: and there she sat shivering and clasping her hands. so they kept clear of him. and made me come with her. and insisted that he should labour out of doors instead. and spoke and dressed quite differently. only Joseph and the curate reprimanded his carelessness when they absented themselves. and worked or played with him in the fields. The curate might set as many chapters as he . A few words from her. the young master being entirely negligent how they behaved. and where she was born. compelling him to do so as hard as any other lad on the farm. at finding a sister among her new acquaintance. and that she coughed troublesomely sometimes: but I knew nothing of what these symptoms portended. and. to be sure. But it was one of their chief amusements to run away to the moors in the morning and remain there all day. and fresh-complexioned. She was not one that would have disturbed the house much on her own account. she didn¶t know. at the beginning. that the least sudden noise set her all in a quiver. Lockwood. and trembled. too. and the after punishment grew a mere thing to laugh at. and gave her quantities of presents. on the very day of his return. that mounting the stairs made her breathe very quick. Her affection tired very soon. and leave the house for him. and dog-kennel. were enough to rouse in him all his old hatred of the boy. because Cathy taught him what she learnt. but his wife expressed such pleasure at the white floor and huge glowing fireplace. and her eyes sparkled as bright as diamonds. but young. Mr. What she was. evincing a dislike to Heathcliff. and²a thing that amazed us. and when she grew peevish. and set the neighbours gossiping right and left²he brought a wife with him. answered. and had no impulse to sympathise with her. and Catherine a fast from dinner or supper. and every circumstance that took place about her: except the preparing for the burial. unless they take to us first. at last. he never informed us: probably. but she felt so afraid of dying! I imagined her as little likely to die as myself. They both promised fair to grow up as rude as savages. and lost his colour. at the pewter dishes and delf-case. and.CHAPTER VI Mr. and what they did. He would not even have seen after their going to church on Sundays. appeared to delight her. and kissed her. or he would scarcely have kept the union from his father. that he thought it unnecessary to her comfort. Young Earnshaw was altered considerably in the three years of his absence. the moment she crossed the threshold. however. from her behaviour while that went on: she ran into her chamber. I did remark. I thought she was half silly. Hindley became tyrannical.

and being catechised by their manservant. I distinguished steps coming up the road. The household went to bed. and singing and laughing. and Joseph might thrash Heathcliff till his arm ached. and many a time I¶ve cried to myself to watch them growing more reckless daily. and burning their eyes out before the fire. and swore nobody should let them in that night. but they had not the manners to ask me to stay. I bid him beware of rousing the master. and the curtains were only half closed. and don¶t deserve the treatment you receive. and in the middle of the table sat a little dog. Edgar stood on the hearth weeping silently. or a light offence of the kind. a shower of glass-drops hanging in silver chains from the centre. it chanced that they were banished from the sitting-room. You¶ll have to seek for her shoes in the bog to-morrow. we understood they had nearly pulled in two between them. We crept through a broken hedge. I threw a shawl over my head and ran to prevent them from waking Mr. and I¶ll tell you all about it. we thought we would just go and see whether the Lintons passed their Sunday evenings standing shivering in corners. and getting a glimpse of the Grange lights. he continued²µCathy and I escaped from the wash-house to have a ramble at liberty. and a pure white ceiling bordered by gold. you will catch it!¶ I said: µyou¶ll never be content till you¶re sent about your business. µand I would have been there too. and set to learn a column of Scripture names.¶ µWell. shrieking as if witches were running red-hot needles into her. from their mutual accusations. We searched the house. Earnshaw by knocking. guess what your good children were doing? Isabella²I believe she is eleven.¶ he answered. after struggling to get it. they had not put up the shutters. Nelly. One Sunday evening. I hope?¶ µAt Thrushcross Grange. and I not daring to speak a syllable.¶ I responded. a year younger than Cathy²lay screaming at the farther end of the room. above and below. and each begin to cry because both. I could discover them nowhere. for fear of losing the small power I still retained over the unfriended creatures. and crimson-covered chairs and tables. for making a noise. Old Mr. We laughed outright at the petted things. Both of us were able to look in by standing on the basement. In a while.pleased for Catherine to get by heart. no doubt. Do you think they do? Or reading sermons. without stopping²Catherine completely beaten in the race. they forgot everything the minute they were together again: at least the minute they had contrived some naughty plan of revenge. opened my lattice and put my head out to hearken. and we saw²ah! it was beautiful²a splendid place carpeted with crimson. and the yard and stables. though it rained: determined to admit them in spite of the prohibition. because she was barefoot.¶ µDon¶t cant. and when I went to call them to supper. and shimmering with little soft tapers. µThey are good children. while their father and mother sat eating and drinking. The idiots! That was their pleasure! to quarrel who should hold a heap of warm hair. refused to take it. µNo accident. by himself: it gave me a start to see him alone. seeking entertainment in yelling. and I.¶ he said: µnonsense! We ran from the top of the Heights to the park. too. Nelly. Edgar and his sisters had it entirely to themselves. and the light of a lantern glimmered through the gate. we did despise them! When would you catch me wishing to have what Catherine wanted? or find us by ourselves. and Mrs. which. and clinging to the ledge. shaking its paw and yelping. anxious to lie down. for your bad conduct. they were invisible: and. at last. if they don¶t answer properly?¶ µProbably not. There was Heathcliff. Hindley in a passion told us to bolt the doors. Shouldn¶t they have been happy? We should have thought ourselves in heaven! And now. Linton were not there. µWhere is Miss Catherine?¶ I cried hurriedly.¶ he replied. should they return. and rolling on the . and planted ourselves on a flower-plot under the drawing-room window. The light came from thence. and sobbing. and while he undressed and I waited to put out the candle. groped our way up the path. What in the world led you wandering to Thrushcross Grange?¶ µLet me get off my wet clothes.

He¶s exactly like the son of the fortune-teller that stole my tame pheasant. making a clutch at me. She did not yell out²no! she would have scorned to do it. no. for Edgar Linton¶s at Thrushcross Grange²not if I might have the privilege of flinging Joseph off the highest gable. my dear Mary. Jenny. collected sufficient wit to recognise her. she heard the last speech. mamma! Oh. Hold your tongue. To beard a magistrate in his stronghold. Edgar Linton. and laughed. my dear. Linton placed her spectacles on her nose and raised her hands in horror.´ said the old fool. Oh. for a thousand lives. and then a cry. and with one accord they shot like arrows to the door. and painting the house-front with Hindley¶s blood!¶ µHush. ³who looks an out-andouter! Very like the robbers were for putting them through the window to open the doors to the gang after all were asleep. and on the Sabbath. ³That¶s Miss Earnshaw?´ he whispered to his mother. and Mrs. come here. when all at once she fell down.´ ³No. turning from me to Catherine. if she had been spitted on the horns of a mad cow. A beast of a servant came up with a lantern. Give Skulker some water. papa.´ he added. ³and look how Skulker has bitten her²how her foot bleeds!´ µ³Miss Earnshaw? Nonsense!´ cried the dame. there was silence. Come in. and he holds me!´ The devil had seized her ankle. Isabella lisping²³Frightful thing! Put him in the cellar.ground. Heathcliff. but from pain. you foulmouthed thief. though: I vociferated curses enough to annihilate any fiend in Christendom. and was urging her on. ³I¶ve understood from Shielders´¶ (that was the curate. run!´ she whispered. mamma. shouting² ³Keep fast. his huge. when he saw Skulker¶s game. mamma. though we seldom meet them elsewhere. Nelly: I heard his abominable snorting. you! you shall go to the gallows for this. that they might murder us at their ease. sir. ³The rascals knew that yesterday was my rent-day: they thought to have me cleverly.¶ he answered. µStill you have not told me. Linton. I¶ll furnish them a reception. He carried her in. I followed. and tried with all my might to cram it down his throat. sir. Isn¶t he. ³and there¶s a lad here. They see us at church. look here! Don¶t be afraid. The dog was throttled off. I¶m certain. hush!¶ I interrupted. how Catherine is left behind?¶ µI told you we laughed. papa. and his pendent lips streaming with bloody slaver. ³What prey.´ he replied. I had Cathy by the hand. Edgar?´ µWhile they examined me. don¶t lay by your gun. Linton. she was sick: not from fear. fasten the chain. papa! Oh. because somebody was drawing the bars. purple tongue hanging half a foot out of his mouth. ³They have let the bull-dog loose. you know. and then we dropped off the ledge. Heathcliff. Robert?´ hallooed Linton from the entrance. The cowardly children crept nearer also. ³Run. Mr. Cathy came round. grumbling execrations and vengeance. after an inquisitive stare. There. would it not be a kindness to the country to hang him at once. We made frightful noises to terrify them still more. µThe Lintons heard us. however. at last. ³Miss Earnshaw scouring the country with a gipsy! And yet. John. The man took Cathy up. Robert. sir) µ³that he lets her grow up . divided by the whole room? I¶d not exchange. too! Where will their insolence stop? Oh. oh!´ They really did howl out something in that way. keep fast!´ He changed his note. Skulker. it is but a boy²yet the villain scowls so plainly in his face. and I got a stone and thrust it between his jaws. ³Oh. the child is in mourning²surely it is²and she may be lamed for life!´ µ³What culpable carelessness in her brother!´ exclaimed Mr. before he shows his nature in acts as well as features?´ He pulled me under the chandelier. and we felt we had better flee. my condition here. I did. ³Skulker has caught a little girl.

bidding me march directly. which she took readily. so that. Hindley will have to proceed to extremities. or an American or Spanish castaway. at all events. Isabella Linton is not to be compared with her. Heathcliff. because. By that time her ankle was thoroughly cured.¶ replied his wife: . shaking her head and expostulating with her. Nelly?¶ µThere will more come of this business than you reckon on. in earnest. Earnshaw undertook to keep her sister-in-law in due restraint when she returned home. Cathy. and gave her a pair of enormous slippers. unless they let her out. instead of a wild. is she. dividing her food between the little dog and Skulker. But who is this? Where did she pick up this companion? Oho! I declare he is that strange acquisition my late neighbour made. and her manners much improved. they dried and combed her beautiful hair. Mrs.¶ I answered. and read the young master such a lecture on the road he guided his family. Frances?¶ µIsabella has not her natural advantages. The curtains were still looped up at one corner. whose nose she pinched as he ate. Linton? I¶m shocked that my children should have heard it. not force: with force she would have found it impossible. Nelly²and so Robert was ordered to take me off. to mend matters. she is so immeasurably superior to them²to everybody on earth. Heathcliff received no flogging. covering him up and extinguishing the light. and a long cloth habit. Linton. exclaiming delightedly. µYou are incurable. Linton took off the grey cloak of the dairy-maid which we had borrowed for our excursion.´ µ³A wicked boy. Then the woman-servant brought a basin of warm water. I refused to go without Cathy. µWhy. and I resumed my station as spy. secured the door again. and Mr. Afterwards. you are quite a beauty! I should scarcely have known you: you look like a lady now. paid us a visit himself on the morrow. and commenced her plan of reform by trying to raise her self-respect with fine clothes and flattery. there µlighted from a handsome black pony a very dignified person. I saw they were full of stupid admiration. And then Mr. if Catherine had wished to return. in his journey to Liverpool²a little Lascar. and Isabella emptied a plateful of cakes into her lap.´ µI recommenced cursing²don¶t be angry. Linton mixed a tumbler of negus. CHAPTER VII Cathy stayed at Thrushcross Grange five weeks: till Christmas. and Edgar stood gaping at a distance. he dragged me into the garden. and Mrs. which she was obliged to hold up with both hands that she might sail in.¶ My words came truer than I desired. and Mr. that he was stirred to look about him. and rushing to squeeze us all breathless. and I left her.in absolute heathenism. as merry as she could be. Hindley lifted her from her horse. pushed the lantern into my hand. and. employing art. The luckless adventure made Earnshaw furious. and kindling a spark of spirit in the vacant blue eyes of the Lintons²a dim reflection from her own enchanting face. I intended shattering their great glass panes to a million of fragments. but he was told that the first word he spoke to Miss Catherine should ensure a dismissal. is she not. ³and quite unfit for a decent house! Did you notice his language. She sat on the sofa quietly. Earnshaw should be informed of my behaviour. and washed her feet. assured me that Mr. and they made a distinction between her treatment and mine. I suppose: she was a young lady. hatless little savage jumping into the house. see if he won¶t. with brown ringlets falling from the cover of a feathered beaver.´ remarked the old lady. The mistress visited her often in the interval. and wheeled her to the fire.

it will be all right: but you are so dirty!¶ She gazed concernedly at the dusky fingers she held in her own. graceful damsel enter the house. she bestowed seven or eight kisses on his cheek within the second. µI did not mean to laugh at you. Mr. Hindley. help Miss Catherine off with her things²Stay. condescendingly. but Miss Cathy seized him again. He might well skulk behind the settle. have you forgotten me?¶ She had some reason to put the question.¶ replied the boy. exclaiming. µHeathcliff. Nobody but I even did him the kindness to call him a dirty boy. what grounds they had for hoping to succeed in separating the two friends. and then she looked round for Heathcliff. burst into a laugh.µbut she must mind and not grow wild again here. while her eyes sparkled joyfully when the dogs came bounding up to welcome her. and Mrs. Heathcliff. and displaying fingers wonderfully whitened with doing nothing and staying indoors. µIs Heathcliff not here?¶ she demanded. as he expected. dear. which had seen three months¶ service in mire and dust. the surface of his face and hands was dismally beclouded. and then stopped. not to mention his clothes. µI could not hinder myself: Heathcliff. µYou needn¶t have touched me!¶ he answered. If you wash your face and brush your hair. Therefore. which she feared had gained no embellishment from its contact with his. I shall not bear it!¶ And he would have broken from the circle. and drawing back. like the other servants. Ellen. and children of his age seldom have a natural pleasure in soap and water. and it would not have done to give me a hug. and I will be dirty. that is permitted. at first. catching a glimpse of her friend in his concealment. µWhy. Earnshaw watched anxiously their meeting. thinking it would enable them to judge. Well. he had been ten times more so since. you will disarrange your curls²let me untie your hat. µonce in a way.¶ cried Mr.¶ she said. µYou may come and wish Miss Catherine welcome. she dared hardly touch them lest they should fawn upon her splendid garments. pulling off her gloves. flew to embrace him. µShake hands. once a week. µI shall not stand to be laughed at. for shame and pride threw double gloom over his countenance. white trousers. in some measure.¶ . and uncared for. and gratified to see what a forbidding young blackguard he would be compelled to present himself. on beholding such a bright. Heathcliff was hard to discover. She kissed me gently: I was all flour making the Christmas cake. and.¶ said Mr. and kept him immovable. finding his tongue at last. how very black and cross you look! and how²how funny and grim! But that¶s because I¶m used to Edgar and Isabella Linton. Earnshaw. shake hands at least! What are you sulky for? It was only that you looked odd. and his thick uncombed hair.¶ Cathy. and there shone forth beneath a grand plaid silk frock. and bid him wash himself. µI shall be as dirty as I please: and I like to be dirty.¶ µI shall not.¶ I removed the habit. before Catherine¶s absence. enjoying his discomfiture. following her eye and snatching away his hand. and also at her dress. If he were careless. you may come forward. instead of a rough-headed counterpart of himself. Heathcliff. and burnished shoes.

the polished clock. Linton begged that her darlings might be kept carefully apart from that µnaughty swearing boy. and putting my cakes in the oven. Catherine supped with her brother and sister-in-law: Joseph and I joined at an unsociable meal. who could not comprehend how her remarks should have produced such an exhibition of bad temper. I¶m going to be good. Fasting and reflection seemed to have brought him to a better spirit. µthe kitchen is so comfortable. and you¶ll need half-an-hour¶s donning. but he was gone. all alone. and above all. with the whole hearth to yourselves. and Mrs. and making the house and kitchen cheerful with great fires. µCome²are you coming?¶ I continued. I gave due inward applause to every object. carried his ill-humour on to the moors. decked in holly. Cathy sat up late. and slip a shilling into my hand as a Christmas-box. and admired the shining kitchen utensils. They had invited them to spend the morrow at Wuthering Heights. make me decent. and call me a cant lass. and then marched dumb and dour to his chamber.¶ . He hung about me for a while. the speckless purity of my particular care²the scoured and well-swept floor. having a world of things to order for the reception of her new friends: she came into the kitchen once to speak to her old one. and Mr. He managed to continue work till nine o¶clock. befitting Christmas-eve. as an acknowledgment of their kindness. and have a long chatter till bedtime. and Joseph is up-stairs: make haste. It struck me soon. and the invitation had been accepted. and his dread lest he should suffer neglect after death had removed him: and that naturally led me to consider the poor lad¶s situation now. and she only stayed to ask what was the matter with him. and. and from that I went on to think of his fondness for Heathcliff.¶ I waited five minutes.¶ He proceeded with his task. and then went back. and then you can sit together. nearly enough. on one condition: Mrs. as it was a holiday. and having screwed up his courage. µThere¶s a little cake for each of you. In the morning he rose early. however. according to custom. and to the serious disturbance of Catherine. there would be more sense in endeavouring to repair some of his wrongs than shedding tears over them: I got up and walked into the court to seek him.With that he dashed headforemost out of the room. seasoned with reproofs on one side and sauciness on the other. His cake and cheese remained on the table all night for the fairies. µMake haste. amid the merriment of the master and mistress. but getting no answer left him. and from singing I changed my mind to crying.¶ Under these circumstances I remained solitary. He was not far. He had retired to private prayer in his chamber. and let me dress you smart before Miss Cathy comes out. the silver mugs ranged on a tray ready to be filled with mulled ale for supper. and feeding the other beasts. I prepared to sit down and amuse myself by singing carols. Heathcliff!¶ I said. not re-appearing till the family were departed for church. and then I remembered how old Earnshaw used to come in when all was tidied. I smelt the rich scent of the heating spices. and never turned his head towards me. After playing lady¶s-maid to the new-comer. I found him smoothing the glossy coat of the new pony in the stable. exclaimed abruptly²µNelly. Earnshaw were engaging Missy¶s attention by sundry gay trifles bought for her to present to the little Lintons. regardless of Joseph¶s affirmations that he considered the merry tunes I chose as next door to songs.

with one week¶s income. innocent angels. and combing. and was dressed and behaved as well. I¶ll steal time to arrange you so that Edgar Linton shall look quite a doll beside you: and that he does.¶ I added. but the notion of grieving her he understood clearly enough. that wouldn¶t make him less handsome or me more so. my lad. each of them able to buy up. to raise your lids frankly. sink in the middle. who never open their windows boldly. and sulking²tell me whether you don¶t think yourself rather handsome? I¶ll tell you. you could knock him down in a twinkling. as well as the kicker. Oh. and always seeing friends where they are not sure of foes. Who knows but your father was Emperor of China. and those thick brows. Do you mark those two lines between your eyes. Don¶t get the expression of a vicious cur that appears to know the kicks it gets are its desert. Nelly. I wish I had light hair and a fair skin. so deeply buried. mind. and not as if you thought her converted into a stranger by her grand dress.¶ said I. for what it suffers. And now that we¶ve done washing. µDid she say she was grieved?¶ he inquired. µyou have grieved Catherine: she¶s sorry she ever came home. don¶t you feel that you could?¶ Heathcliff¶s face brightened a moment. and I¶ll let you see what you should wish. Heathcliff. I do. and yet. looking very serious. I¶ll be bound. Wuthering Heights and Thrushcross Grange together? And you were kidnapped by wicked sailors and brought to England. And now. and sat at home all day for a shower of rain.¶ I said.¶ µA good heart will help you to a bonny face. But. you are showing a poor spirit! Come to the glass. You must go up and offer to kiss her.¶ µYes: you had the reason of going to bed with a proud heart and an empty stomach. and had a chance of being as rich as he will be!¶ µAnd cried for mamma at every turn. µand I had more reason to cry than she. if I knocked him down twenty times. that.¶ he returned. then it was overcast afresh. because she is more thought of than you. µand trembled if a country lad heaved his fist against you.¶ µIn other words. I would frame high notions of my birth.¶ The notion of envying Catherine was incomprehensible to him. You are younger. µProud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. and yet hates all the world.¶ µWell. and say²you know best what to say. and that couple of black fiends. you are taller and twice as broad across the shoulders. Were I in your place. suspecting and doubting nothing. I daresay! It looks as if you envied her. Heathcliff.µHigh time. µI do²and that won¶t help me to them. I must wish for Edgar Linton¶s great blue eyes and even forehead. µShe cried when I told her you were off again this morning. you must ask pardon. when she comes in. if you be ashamed of your touchiness. and change the fiends to confident. µif you were a regular black. and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly. µBut. but lurk glinting under them. I cried last night.¶ I continued. and he sighed. and the thoughts of what I was should give me courage and dignity to support the oppressions of a little farmer!¶ . only do it heartily. You¶re fit for a prince in disguise. like devil¶s spies? Wish and learn to smooth away the surly wrinkles. instead of rising arched.¶ he replied. and your mother an Indian queen. though I have dinner to get ready.

So I chattered on; and Heathcliff gradually lost his frown and began to look quite pleasant, when all at once our conversation was interrupted by a rumbling sound moving up the road and entering the court. He ran to the window and I to the door, just in time to behold the two Lintons descend from the family carriage, smothered in cloaks and furs, and the Earnshaws dismount from their horses: they often rode to church in winter. Catherine took a hand of each of the children, and brought them into the house and set them before the fire, which quickly put colour into their white faces. I urged my companion to hasten now and show his amiable humour, and he willingly obeyed; but ill luck would have it that, as he opened the door leading from the kitchen on one side, Hindley opened it on the other. They met, and the master, irritated at seeing him clean and cheerful, or, perhaps, eager to keep his promise to Mrs. Linton, shoved him back with a sudden thrust, and angrily bade Joseph µkeep the fellow out of the room²send him into the garret till dinner is over. He¶ll be cramming his fingers in the tarts and stealing the fruit, if left alone with them a minute.¶ µNay, sir,¶ I could not avoid answering, µhe¶ll touch nothing, not he: and I suppose he must have his share of the dainties as well as we.¶ µHe shall have his share of my hand, if I catch him downstairs till dark,¶ cried Hindley. µBegone, you vagabond! What! you are attempting the coxcomb, are you? Wait till I get hold of those elegant locks²see if I won¶t pull them a bit longer!¶ µThey are long enough already,¶ observed Master Linton, peeping from the doorway; µI wonder they don¶t make his head ache. It¶s like a colt¶s mane over his eyes!¶ He ventured this remark without any intention to insult; but Heathcliff¶s violent nature was not prepared to endure the appearance of impertinence from one whom he seemed to hate, even then, as a rival. He seized a tureen of hot apple sauce (the first thing that came under his gripe) and dashed it full against the speaker¶s face and neck; who instantly commenced a lament that brought Isabella and Catherine hurrying to the place. Mr. Earnshaw snatched up the culprit directly and conveyed him to his chamber; where, doubtless, he administered a rough remedy to cool the fit of passion, for he appeared red and breathless. I got the dishcloth, and rather spitefully scrubbed Edgar¶s nose and mouth, affirming it served him right for meddling. His sister began weeping to go home, and Cathy stood by confounded, blushing for all. µYou should not have spoken to him!¶ she expostulated with Master Linton. µHe was in a bad temper, and now you¶ve spoilt your visit; and he¶ll be flogged: I hate him to be flogged! I can¶t eat my dinner. Why did you speak to him, Edgar?¶ µI didn¶t,¶ sobbed the youth, escaping from my hands, and finishing the remainder of the purification with his cambric pocket-handkerchief. µI promised mamma that I wouldn¶t say one word to him, and I didn¶t.¶ µWell, don¶t cry,¶ replied Catherine, contemptuously; µyou¶re not killed. Don¶t make more mischief; my brother is coming: be quiet! Hush, Isabella! Has anybody hurt you?¶ µThere, there, children²to your seats!¶ cried Hindley, bustling in. µThat brute of a lad has warmed me nicely. Next time, Master Edgar, take the law into your own fists²it will give you an appetite!¶

The little party recovered its equanimity at sight of the fragrant feast. They were hungry after their ride, and easily consoled, since no real harm had befallen them. Mr. Earnshaw carved bountiful platefuls, and the mistress made them merry with lively talk. I waited behind her chair, and was pained to behold Catherine, with dry eyes and an indifferent air, commence cutting up the wing of a goose before her. µAn unfeeling child,¶ I thought to myself; µhow lightly she dismisses her old playmate¶s troubles. I could not have imagined her to be so selfish.¶ She lifted a mouthful to her lips: then she set it down again: her cheeks flushed, and the tears gushed over them. She slipped her fork to the floor, and hastily dived under the cloth to conceal her emotion. I did not call her unfeeling long; for I perceived she was in purgatory throughout the day, and wearying to find an opportunity of getting by herself, or paying a visit to Heathcliff, who had been locked up by the master: as I discovered, on endeavouring to introduce to him a private mess of victuals. In the evening we had a dance. Cathy begged that he might be liberated then, as Isabella Linton had no partner: her entreaties were vain, and I was appointed to supply the deficiency. We got rid of all gloom in the excitement of the exercise, and our pleasure was increased by the arrival of the Gimmerton band, mustering fifteen strong: a trumpet, a trombone, clarionets, bassoons, French horns, and a bass viol, besides singers. They go the rounds of all the respectable houses, and receive contributions every Christmas, and we esteemed it a first-rate treat to hear them. After the usual carols had been sung, we set them to songs and glees. Mrs. Earnshaw loved the music, and so they gave us plenty. Catherine loved it too: but she said it sounded sweetest at the top of the steps, and she went up in the dark: I followed. They shut the house door below, never noting our absence, it was so full of people. She made no stay at the stairs¶-head, but mounted farther, to the garret where Heathcliff was confined, and called him. He stubbornly declined answering for a while: she persevered, and finally persuaded him to hold communion with her through the boards. I let the poor things converse unmolested, till I supposed the songs were going to cease, and the singers to get some refreshment: then I clambered up the ladder to warn her. Instead of finding her outside, I heard her voice within. The little monkey had crept by the skylight of one garret, along the roof, into the skylight of the other, and it was with the utmost difficulty I could coax her out again. When she did come, Heathcliff came with her, and she insisted that I should take him into the kitchen, as my fellow-servant had gone to a neighbour¶s, to be removed from the sound of our µdevil¶s psalmody,¶ as it pleased him to call it. I told them I intended by no means to encourage their tricks: but as the prisoner had never broken his fast since yesterday¶s dinner, I would wink at his cheating Mr. Hindley that once. He went down: I set him a stool by the fire, and offered him a quantity of good things: but he was sick and could eat little, and my attempts to entertain him were thrown away. He leant his two elbows on his knees, and his chin on his hands and remained rapt in dumb meditation. On my inquiring the subject of his thoughts, he answered gravely²µI¶m trying to settle how I shall pay Hindley back. I don¶t care how long I wait, if I can only do it at last. I hope he will not die before I do!¶ µFor shame, Heathcliff!¶ said I. µIt is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.¶ µNo, God won¶t have the satisfaction that I shall,¶ he returned. µI only wish I knew the best way! Let me alone, and I¶ll plan it out: while I¶m thinking of that I don¶t feel pain.¶

µBut, Mr. Lockwood, I forget these tales cannot divert you. I¶m annoyed how I should dream of chattering on at such a rate; and your gruel cold, and you nodding for bed! I could have told Heathcliff¶s history, all that you need hear, in half a dozen words.¶ ***** Thus interrupting herself, the housekeeper rose, and proceeded to lay aside her sewing; but I felt incapable of moving from the hearth, and I was very far from nodding. µSit still, Mrs. Dean,¶ I cried; µdo sit still another half-hour. You¶ve done just right to tell the story leisurely. That is the method I like; and you must finish it in the same style. I am interested in every character you have mentioned, more or less.¶ µThe clock is on the stroke of eleven, sir.¶ µNo matter²I¶m not accustomed to go to bed in the long hours. One or two is early enough for a person who lies till ten.¶ µYou shouldn¶t lie till ten. There¶s the very prime of the morning gone long before that time. A person who has not done one-half his day¶s work by ten o¶clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.¶ µNevertheless, Mrs. Dean, resume your chair; because to-morrow I intend lengthening the night till afternoon. I prognosticate for myself an obstinate cold, at least.¶ µI hope not, sir. Well, you must allow me to leap over some three years; during that space Mrs. Earnshaw²¶ µNo, no, I¶ll allow nothing of the sort! Are you acquainted with the mood of mind in which, if you were seated alone, and the cat licking its kitten on the rug before you, you would watch the operation so intently that puss¶s neglect of one ear would put you seriously out of temper?¶ µA terribly lazy mood, I should say.¶ µOn the contrary, a tiresomely active one. It is mine, at present; and, therefore, continue minutely. I perceive that people in these regions acquire over people in towns the value that a spider in a dungeon does over a spider in a cottage, to their various occupants; and yet the deepened attraction is not entirely owing to the situation of the looker-on. They do live more in earnest, more in themselves, and less in surface, change, and frivolous external things. I could fancy a love for life here almost possible; and I was a fixed unbeliever in any love of a year¶s standing. One state resembles setting a hungry man down to a single dish, on which he may concentrate his entire appetite and do it justice; the other, introducing him to a table laid out by French cooks: he can perhaps extract as much enjoyment from the whole; but each part is a mere atom in his regard and remembrance.¶ µOh! here we are the same as anywhere else, when you get to know us,¶ observed Mrs. Dean, somewhat puzzled at my speech. µExcuse me,¶ I responded; µyou, my good friend, are a striking evidence against that assertion. Excepting a few provincialisms of slight consequence, you have no marks of the manners which I am habituated to consider as peculiar to your class. I am sure you have thought a great deal

and got something out of also: unless it be that range of Greek and Latin. calling me as she ran. You must come home directly. Dean laughed.¶ she said. Dame Archer brought the cherub down to master. it¶s a blessing your wife has been spared to leave you this son. However. And besides.¶ CHAPTER VIII On the morning of a fine June day my first bonny little nursling. and his face just began to light up. you should have known better than to choose such a rush of a lass!´¶ µAnd what did the master answer?¶ I inquired. if I am to follow my story in true gossip¶s fashion. and now. µOh. on my part. and the last of the ancient Earnshaw stock. though I was very sad for Hindley¶s sake. Nelly: to feed it with sugar and milk. I felt convinced we shouldn¶t keep her long. and take care of it day and night.more than the generality of servants think.¶ and she began again to describe it rapturously.¶ replied the girl. hurried eagerly home to admire. and fret about it too much: it can¶t be helped. You¶re to nurse it. when the old croaker steps forward. and instead of leaping three years. He had room in his heart only for two idols²his wife and himself: he doted on both. when the girl that usually brought our breakfasts came running an hour too soon across the meadow and up the lane. in the house. yet she looks bravely. and says he²³Earnshaw. You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles. µI think he swore: but I didn¶t mind him. and that of French. in spite of Kenneth. You could not open a book in this library that I have not looked into. because it will be all yours when there is no missis!¶ µBut is she very ill?¶ I asked. I was fairly mad at him. I have read more than you would fancy. such a grand bairn!¶ she panted out. but I have undergone sharp discipline. . and one series of actions. I. Don¶t take on. and adored one. µnot exactly from living among the hills and seeing one set of faces. Lockwood. that is nearly twenty-three years ago. and then. Hindley: and now she has nothing to keep her. I was straining to see the bairn. from year¶s end to year¶s end. the winter will probably finish her. I heard him tell Mr. I had better go on. I must tell you. and she¶ll be dead before winter. µand she talks as if she thought of living to see it grow a man. as zealous as herself. µThe finest lad that ever breathed! But the doctor says missis must go: he says she¶s been in a consumption these many months.¶ Mrs. When she came. was born. reasonable kind of body. and those I know one from another: it is as much as you can expect of a poor man¶s daughter. µI certainly esteem myself a steady. which has taught me wisdom. I will be content to pass to the next summer²the summer of 1778. Mr. I wish I were you. and I couldn¶t conceive how he would bear the loss. flinging down my rake and tying my bonnet. it¶s such a beauty! If I were her I¶m certain I should not die: I should get better at the bare sight of it. She¶s out of her head for joy. µI guess she is. We were busy with the hay in a far-away field.

he cursed and defied: execrated God and man. and replied merrily. crying. I had not the heart to leave my charge. µhow was the baby?¶ µNearly ready to run about. Earnshaw. Kenneth says she must be quiet. unless Edgar Linton¶s visits to Miss Cathy might be an exception. Joseph remained to hector over tenants and labourers.When we got to Wuthering Heights. Mr. nay. and gave himself up to reckless dissipation. was contented. Nell!¶ he replied. Earnshaw. and he needn¶t put him to further expense by attending her. he retorted. though. you know. it appeared as if the lad were possessed of something diabolical at that period. putting on a cheerful smile. the child Hareton fell wholly into my hands. It was a fever. I had been his fostersister. At fifteen she was the queen of the country-side. and she did turn out a haughty. and she was dead. I asked.¶ He told his wife the same story. and her cheek as cool. and it is gone: her pulse is as slow as mine now. she seemed in flighty spirits. As the girl had anticipated. Are you going up-stairs? will you tell her that I¶ll come. truly.¶ I delivered this message to Mrs. provided he saw him healthy and never heard him cry. her face changed. she had no peer. while leaning on his shoulder. He neither wept nor prayed. with all his superiority. after infancy was past. When Kenneth warned him that his medicines were useless at that stage of the malady. and. Well. headstrong creature! I own I did not like her. and because it was his vocation to be where he had plenty of wickedness to reprove. in affirming her health improved every day. µFrances is quite right: she¶ll be perfectly well by this time next week. The servants could not bear his tyrannical and evil conduct long: Joseph and I were the only two that would stay. µI hardly spoke a word. and her husband persisted doggedly. and she must²tell her Mr. and became daily more notable for savage sullenness and ferocity. she put her two hands about his neck. but one night. at last. µI know you need not²she¶s well²she does not want any more attendance from you! She never was in a consumption. µthe doctor says she¶s²¶ µDamn the doctor!¶ he interrupted. I could not half tell what an infernal house we had. in the act of saying she thought she should be able to get up to-morrow. For himself. And. and there he has gone out twice. His treatment of the latter was enough to make a fiend of a saint. and she seemed to believe him. and nobody decent came near us. say I promise I won¶t speak: but that does not bind me not to laugh at him!¶ Poor soul! Till within a week of her death that gay heart never failed her. I left her because she would not hold her tongue. there he stood at the front door. He delighted to witness Hindley degrading himself past redemption. and I vexed her frequently by trying to bring down her arrogance: she never took an aversion to me. and besides. and young Linton. She had a wondrous constancy to old attachments: even Heathcliff kept his hold on her affections unalterably. a fit of coughing took her²a very slight one²he raised her in his arms. Ellen. as far as regarded him. he grew desperate: his sorrow was of that kind that will not lament. found it difficult to make . and excused his behaviour more readily than a stranger would. as I passed in. if she¶ll promise not to talk. furiously. reddening. µAnd the mistress?¶ I ventured to inquire. The master¶s bad ways and bad companions formed a pretty example for Catherine and Heathcliff. The curate dropped calling.

and had evidently an objection to her two friends meeting at all. Edgar seldom mustered courage to visit Wuthering Heights openly. I did not marvel how Catherine Earnshaw could forget her first friend for such an individual. Can you make that out? Mrs. or else you might see something of what she was. µA very agreeable portrait. to confess. and to confide in me: there was not a soul else that she might fashion into an adviser. the eyes were large and serious. and his wife¶s on the other. for when Heathcliff expressed contempt of Linton in his presence. knowing why he came. µIs it like?¶ µYes. never played the coquette. that is his everyday countenance: he wanted spirit in general. That sounds ill-natured: but she was so proud it became really impossible to pity her distresses. Hindley had gone from home one afternoon. exceedingly resembling the young lady at the Heights. He had a terror of Earnshaw¶s reputation. begun soon and concluded late. and if he could not be gracious. or being deficient in intellect. and yet he was always received with our best attempts at civility: the master himself avoided offending him. was faded away.¶ Catherine had kept up her acquaintance with the Lintons since her five-weeks¶ residence among them. gained the admiration of Isabella. she could not half coincide. He was my late master: that is his portrait over the fireplace. He had reached the age of sixteen then. Earnshaw. but hers has been removed. and as she had no temptation to show her rough side in their company. It formed a sweet picture. and Heathcliff presumed to give himself a holiday on the strength of it. In the first place. and restrain an unruly nature when it would bring her neither credit nor praise. Dean raised the candle. but at home she had small inclination to practise politeness that would only be laughed at.¶ and µworse than a brute. he contrived to convey an impression of inward and outward repulsiveness that his present aspect retains no traces of.¶ I observed to the house-keeper. I think. had extinguished any curiosity he once possessed in pursuit of knowledge. she imposed unwittingly on the old lady and gentleman by her ingenious cordiality. and I discerned a soft-featured face. instilled into him by the favours of old Mr. I rather think his appearance there was distasteful to Catherine. In the place where she heard Heathcliff termed a µvulgar young ruffian. I¶ve had many a laugh at her perplexities and untold troubles. Mr. and the heart and soul of her brother: acquisitions that flattered her from the first²for she was full of ambition²and led her to adopt a double character without exactly intending to deceive any one. It used to hang on one side. and had the sense to be ashamed of being rude where she experienced such invariable courtesy. till she should be chastened into more humility. and when Linton evinced disgust and antipathy to Heathcliff. he had by that time lost the benefit of his early education: continual hard work. kept out of the way. His childhood¶s sense of superiority. which she vainly strove to hide from my mockery. with a mind to correspond with his person. she was not artful. I marvelled much how he. finally. Mr.¶ she took care not to act like him. as she did in his absence. but more pensive and amiable in expression. and any love for books or learning. and without having bad features. and shrunk from encountering him. she dared not treat his sentiments with indifference. the figure almost too graceful. The long light hair curled slightly on the temples.an equally deep impression.¶ she answered. She did bring herself. could fancy my idea of Catherine Earnshaw. as if depreciation of her playmate were of scarcely any consequence to her. µbut he looked better when he was animated. He struggled long to keep up an equality with Catherine in her .

Heathcliff?¶ µNothing²only look at the almanack on that wall.¶ So. and he took a grim pleasure. and continued.¶ he pointed to a framed sheet hanging near the window. at the conclusion of a minute¶s silence.studies.¶ she answered. µAs it rains. and if they do. apparently. silly friends of yours! I¶m on the point. by some means. Heathcliff. and imagining she would have the whole place to herself.¶ he persisted. as if conscious there could be no gratification in lavishing such marks of affection on him. jerking her head away from my hands. Nelly!¶ she added petulantly. it is raining. Do you see? I¶ve marked every day. it will take him till dark. she managed. when he found he must.¶ she said. his naturally reserved disposition was exaggerated into an almost idiotic excess of unsociable moroseness. but they may come. Then personal appearance sympathised with mental deterioration: he acquired a slouching gait and ignoble look. µNobody coming here. of complaining that they²but I¶ll not²¶ µThat they what?¶ cried Catherine. µAre you going anywhere?¶ µNo. µWhy have you that silk frock on. the dots for those spent with me. and was then preparing to receive him. but Joseph will tell. Edgar of her brother¶s absence. to inform Mr. µyou¶d better go!¶ µJoseph is loading lime on the further side of Penistone Crags. Catherine reflected an instant. What are you on the point of complaining about. gazing at him with a troubled countenance. I hope?¶ µNot that I know of. sink beneath his former level.¶ stammered Miss: µbut you should be in the field now. saying. are you busy this afternoon?¶ asked Heathcliff. with knitted brows²she found it needful to smooth the way for an intrusion. let me alone.¶ µHindley does not often free us from his accursed presence. µdon¶t turn me out for those pitiful. and there was no prevailing on him to take a step in the way of moving upward. and sat down. necessarily. but he had ceased to express his fondness for her in words. µIsabella and Edgar Linton talked of calling this afternoon. µyou¶ve combed my hair quite out of curl! That¶s enough. and recoiled with angry suspicion from her girlish caresses. and yielded with poignant though silent regret: but he yielded completely. he lounged to the fire. Catherine and he were constant companions still at his seasons of respite from labour. µI¶ll not work any more to-day: I¶ll stay with you.¶ µOrder Ellen to say you are engaged. µOh. µCathy. while I was assisting Miss Cathy to arrange her dress: she had not reckoned on his taking it into his head to be idle.¶ . sometimes.¶ observed the boy. Cathy. µThe crosses are for the evenings you have spent with the Lintons. I hardly expect them. then?¶ he said. On the before-named occasion he came into the house to announce his intention of doing nothing.¶ µOh. you run the risk of being scolded for no good. and he¶ll never know.¶ she suggested. in exciting the aversion rather than the esteem of his few acquaintance. It is an hour past dinnertime: I thought you were gone.

or for anything you do.¶ was my response. and pinched me. so I started up from my knees. in a peevish tone. with a prolonged wrench. She.¶ . in much agitation.¶ µI hate you to be fidgeting in my presence.¶ answered Catherine. He had a sweet. when people know nothing and say nothing.µYes²very foolish: as if I took notice!¶ replied Catherine. casting a look at me: I had begun to wipe the plate. servants don¶t commence scouring and cleaning in the room where they are!¶ µIt¶s a good opportunity. but he hadn¶t time to express his feelings further. µI¶m sorry for it. The contrast resembled what you see in exchanging a bleak. Doubtless Catherine marked the difference between her friends. for a horse¶s feet were heard on the flags. and his voice and greeting were as opposite as his aspect. young Linton entered. am I?¶ he said.¶ I answered aloud: µhe hates me to be fidgeting over these things in his presence.¶ exclaimed the young lady imperiously. Nelly?¶ µMy work. µIt¶s no company at all. I¶ve said I did not love her. and softer. growing more irritated. and pronounced his words as you do: that¶s less gruff than we talk here. she hurt me extremely. Miss Catherine. Miss. his face brilliant with delight at the unexpected summon she had received. Hindley had given me directions to make a third party in any private visits Linton chose to pay. and I proceeded assiduously with my occupation. either!¶ µYou never told me before that I talked too little. and tidy some drawers at the far end in the dresser. or that you disliked my company. low manner of speaking. and rather relished mortifying her vanity now and then: besides. µWhat good do I get? What do you talk about? You might be dumb. and screamed out. not allowing her guest time to speak: she had failed to recover her equanimity since the little dispute with Heathcliff. as one came in and the other went out. that¶s a nasty trick! You have no right to nip me. µI¶m not come too soon. µNo. (Mr. µTake yourself and your dusters off.¶ she muttered. I¶m sure Mr. for anything you say to amuse me. very spitefully on the arm. snatched the cloth from my hand.¶ said Heathcliff. and having knocked gently. µOh. when company are in the house. Cathy!¶ exclaimed Heathcliff. hilly. supposing Edgar could not see her. or a baby. µWhat are you doing there.¶ I replied.) She stepped behind me and whispered crossly. coal country for a beautiful fertile valley. µAnd should I always be sitting with you?¶ she demanded. now that master is away. µAnd where is the sense of that?¶ µTo show that I do take notice. Miss. Edgar will excuse me. Her companion rose up. and I¶m not going to bear it.

then?¶ I retorted. and I won¶t be miserable for you!¶ µCan I stay after you have struck me?¶ asked Linton. Edgar persevered in his resolution as far as the court. He drew back in consternation. µTake warning and begone! It¶s a kindness to let you have a glimpse of her genuine disposition. Edgar Linton: sit down. I should be miserable all night. and set to weeping in serious earnest. µI¶ll not come here again!¶ Her eyes began to glisten and her lids to twinkle. at seeing my tears commenced crying himself.¶ µWhere are you going?¶ demanded Catherine. She never had power to conceal her passion. She stamped her foot. µI didn¶t!¶ she cried. µNo. and walked off to the kitchen with him.¶ he continued. and was sitting near me on the floor. Ellen!¶ she repeated. there he lingered. Catherine was mute. you shall not leave me in that temper. He swerved aside. and then. µnot yet. slapped me on the cheek: a stinging blow that filled both eyes with water. who followed me everywhere. her fingers tingling to repeat the act. trembling all over. greatly shocked at the double fault of falsehood and violence which his idol had committed.µI didn¶t touch you. µAnd you told a deliberate untruth!¶ he said. and shook him till the poor child waxed livid. you lying creature!¶ cried she. energetically. The insulted visitor moved to the spot where he had laid his hat. go. µThat¶s right!¶ I said to myself. wavered a moment. µI must and shall!¶ he replied in a subdued voice. and her ears red with rage. In an instant one was wrung free.¶ she persisted. and attempted to pass. I lifted Hareton in my arms. showing a decided purple witness to refute her. irresistibly impelled by the naughty spirit within her. pale and with a quivering lip. advancing to the door. for I was curious to watch how they would settle their disagreement. and Edgar thoughtlessly laid hold of her hands to deliver him. µWhat¶s that. µI did nothing deliberately. µYou must not go!¶ she exclaimed. . grasping the handle. µCatherine. leaving the door of communication open. and the astonished young man felt it applied over his own ear in a way that could not be mistaken for jest. Little Hareton. recovering her speech. µYou¶ve made me afraid and ashamed of you. it always set her whole complexion in a blaze. and sobbed out complaints against µwicked aunt Cathy.¶ which drew her fury on to his unlucky head: she seized his shoulders. Well. if you please² get away! And now I¶ll cry²I¶ll cry myself sick!¶ She dropped down on her knees by a chair. I resolved to encourage him. µLeave the room. love! Catherine!¶ interposed Linton.

¶ He held the knife in his hand. and confess themselves lovers. and enabled them to forsake the disguise of friendship. Hush. Nelly! You needn¶t laugh. deluded father. Unnatural cub. CHAPTER IX He entered. vociferating oaths dreadful to hear. and two is the same as one²and I want to kill some of you: I shall have no rest till I do!¶ µBut I don¶t like the carving-knife. I shall make you swallow the carving-knife. and affirmed it tasted detestably²I would not take it on any account. Intelligence of Mr. with the help of Satan. he deserves flaying alive for not running to welcome me. and caught me in the act of stowing his son sway in the kitchen cupboard. I¶d rather be shot. and to take the shot out of the master¶s fowling-piece. and I had hit upon the plan of removing it. Nell. come hither! I¶ll teach thee to impose on a good-hearted. releasing me. I saw the quarrel had merely effected a closer intimacy²had broken the outworks of youthful timidity. . Mr. now. only to grieve us. that he might do less mischief if he did go the length of firing the gun. I went to hide little Hareton. for in one he ran a chance of being squeezed and kissed to death. µThere. µI see that hideous little villain is not Hareton: I beg your pardon. and when I went in a while after to inform them that Earnshaw had come home rabid drunk.¶ The soft thing looked askance through the window: he possessed the power to depart as much as a cat possesses the power to leave a mouse half killed. But. shut the door behind him. and flies to his fate! And so it was: he turned abruptly. µBy heaven and hell. Hindley. like a dog.¶ I called out. and the poor thing remained perfectly quiet wherever I chose to put him. pulling me back by the skin of my neck.¶ I answered. and pushed its point between my teeth: but. Hindley¶s arrival drove Linton speedily to his horse. No law in England can hinder a man from keeping his house decent. I thought. and mine¶s abominable! Open your mouth. in the Black-horse marsh. or even attracted his notice too much. I was never much afraid of his vagaries. head-downmost. and in the other of being flung into the fire. Now. there will be no saving him: he¶s doomed.¶ µYou¶d rather be damned!¶ he said. µit has been cutting red herrings. or dashed against the wall. I¶ve found it out at last!¶ cried Hindley. you¶ve sworn between you to murder that child! I know how it is. Hareton was impressed with a wholesome terror of encountering either his wild beast¶s fondness or his madman¶s rage. to cherish our ears²we¶re asses enough without them. and I love something fierce²get me a scissors²something fierce and trim! Besides.µMiss is dreadfully wayward. or else she will be sick. or a bird half eaten. and for screaming as if I were a goblin. don¶t you think the lad would be handsomer cropped? It makes a dog fiercer. for my part. If it be. if you please. sir. and Catherine to her chamber. µOh!¶ said he. which he was fond of playing with in his insane excitement. hastened into the house again. Ah. for I¶ve just crammed Kenneth. it¶s infernal affectation²devilish conceit it is. ready to pull the whole place about our ears (his ordinary frame of mind in that condition). that he is always out of my way. µAs bad as any marred child: you¶d better be riding home. I spat out. to the hazard of the lives of any who provoked. µand so you shall.

and struggled as if he would go into convulsions. on finding himself with me. and I was presently below with my precious charge pressed to my heart. µHe hates you²they all hate you²that¶s the truth! A happy family you have. recovering his hardness. but. sobered and abashed. µyou should have kept him out of sight: you should have taken him from me! Is he injured anywhere?¶ µInjured!¶ I cried angrily. µAt present. I daresay he would have tried to remedy the mistake by smashing Hareton¶s skull on the steps. µNay. do take warning. convey yourself and him away. yet. for the purpose of signing to Heathcliff. µYou shall not meddle with him!¶ I continued. I¶ll break the brat¶s neck. Heathcliff arrived underneath just at the critical moment. Ellen. and a pretty state you¶re come to!¶ µI shall come to a prettier. And hark you. looked up to discover the author of the accident. he shrieked again louder than before. he¶ll be an idiot! Oh! I wonder his mother does not rise from her grave to see how you use him. and redoubled his yells when he carried him up-stairs and lifted him over the banister. A miser who has parted with a lucky lottery ticket for five shillings. by a natural impulse he arrested his descent. Earnshaw above. At the first finger his father laid on him. What! it won¶t? Kiss me. It expressed. Nelly. we witnessed his salvation. and finds next day he has lost in the bargain five thousand pounds. As I reached them. You¶re worse than a heathen²treating your own flesh and blood in that manner!¶ He attempted to touch the child. . Had it been dark. almost forgetting what he had in his hands. and. Hindley. he gave a sudden spring.¶ he said. it is my darling! wisht. kiss me. whose step I recognised. not to come further. I cried out that he would frighten the child into fits. I set the house on fire: but that¶s as my fancy goes. There was scarcely time to experience a thrill of horror before we saw that the little wretch was safe. I wouldn¶t murder you to-night. delivered himself from the careless grasp that held him. I leant forward also. Heathcliff! clear you too quite from my reach and hearing. µHave mercy on your own soul!¶ I said. as if I would rear such a monster! As sure as I¶m living. µif he is not killed. if you care nothing for yourself!¶ µAny one will do better for him than I shall. Have mercy on this unfortunate boy. and ran to rescue him. unless. Hindley descended more leisurely. could not show a blanker countenance than he did on beholding the figure of Mr. endeavouring to snatch the glass from his hand. and fell. the intensest anguish at having made himself the instrument of thwarting his own revenge. at the instant when my eye quitted Hareton. don¶t!¶ I entreated. and setting him on his feet. hearing some one approaching the stairs¶-foot. µMr. µWho is that?¶ he asked.¶ he answered. hush! Well then. however. Hindley leant forward on the rails to listen to a noise below.¶ While saying this he took a pint bottle of brandy from the dresser. dry thy eyes²there¶s a joy.child.¶ Poor Hareton was squalling and kicking in his father¶s arms with all his might. sobbed off his terror directly. Hareton! Damn thee. kiss me! By God. µIt is your fault. perhaps. plainer than words could do. and poured some into a tumbler. who.¶ laughed the misguided man.

µNot I! On the contrary, I shall have great pleasure in sending it to perdition to punish its Maker,¶ exclaimed the blasphemer. µHere¶s to its hearty damnation!¶ He drank the spirits and impatiently bade us go; terminating his command with a sequel of horrid imprecations too bad to repeat or remember. µIt¶s a pity he cannot kill himself with drink,¶ observed Heathcliff, muttering an echo of curses back when the door was shut. µHe¶s doing his very utmost; but his constitution defies him. Mr. Kenneth says he would wager his mare that he¶ll outlive any man on this side Gimmerton, and go to the grave a hoary sinner; unless some happy chance out of the common course befall him.¶ I went into the kitchen, and sat down to lull my little lamb to sleep. Heathcliff, as I thought, walked through to the barn. It turned out afterwards that he only got as far as the other side the settle, when he flung himself on a bench by the wall, removed from the fire and remained silent. I was rocking Hareton on my knee, and humming a song that began,² It was far in the night, and the bairnies grat, The mither beneath the mools heard that, when Miss Cathy, who had listened to the hubbub from her room, put her head in, and whispered,²µAre you alone, Nelly?¶ µYes, Miss,¶ I replied. She entered and approached the hearth. I, supposing she was going to say something, looked up. The expression of her face seemed disturbed and anxious. Her lips were half asunder, as if she meant to speak, and she drew a breath; but it escaped in a sigh instead of a sentence. I resumed my song; not having forgotten her recent behaviour. µWhere¶s Heathcliff?¶ she said, interrupting me. µAbout his work in the stable,¶ was my answer. He did not contradict me; perhaps he had fallen into a doze. There followed another long pause, during which I perceived a drop or two trickle from Catherine¶s cheek to the flags. Is she sorry for her shameful conduct?²I asked myself. That will be a novelty: but she may come to the point²as she will²I sha¶n¶t help her! No, she felt small trouble regarding any subject, save her own concerns. µOh, dear!¶ she cried at last. µI¶m very unhappy!¶ µA pity,¶ observed I. µYou¶re hard to please; so many friends and so few cares, and can¶t make yourself content!¶ µNelly, will you keep a secret for me?¶ she pursued, kneeling down by me, and lifting her winsome eyes to my face with that sort of look which turns off bad temper, even when one has all the right in the world to indulge it. µIs it worth keeping?¶ I inquired, less sulkily.

µYes, and it worries me, and I must let it out! I want to know what I should do. To-day, Edgar Linton has asked me to marry him, and I¶ve given him an answer. Now, before I tell you whether it was a consent or denial, you tell me which it ought to have been.¶ µReally, Miss Catherine, how can I know?¶ I replied. µTo be sure, considering the exhibition you performed in his presence this afternoon, I might say it would be wise to refuse him: since he asked you after that, he must either be hopelessly stupid or a venturesome fool.¶ µIf you talk so, I won¶t tell you any more,¶ she returned, peevishly rising to her feet. µI accepted him, Nelly. Be quick, and say whether I was wrong!¶ µYou accepted him! Then what good is it discussing the matter? You have pledged your word, and cannot retract.¶ µBut say whether I should have done so²do!¶ she exclaimed in an irritated tone; chafing her hands together, and frowning. µThere are many things to be considered before that question can be answered properly,¶ I said, sententiously. µFirst and foremost, do you love Mr. Edgar?¶ µWho can help it? Of course I do,¶ she answered. Then I put her through the following catechism: for a girl of twenty-two it was not injudicious. µWhy do you love him, Miss Cathy?¶ µNonsense, I do²that¶s sufficient.¶ µBy no means; you must say why?¶ µWell, because he is handsome, and pleasant to be with.¶ µBad!¶ was my commentary. µAnd because he is young and cheerful.¶ µBad, still.¶ µAnd because he loves me.¶ µIndifferent, coming there.¶ µAnd he will be rich, and I shall like to be the greatest woman of the neighbourhood, and I shall be proud of having such a husband.¶ µWorst of all. And now, say how you love him?¶ µAs everybody loves²You¶re silly, Nelly.¶ µNot at all²Answer.¶ µI love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches, and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions, and him entirely and altogether. There now!¶

µAnd why?¶ µNay; you are making a jest of it: it is exceedingly ill-natured! It¶s no jest to me!¶ said the young lady, scowling, and turning her face to the fire. µI¶m very far from jesting, Miss Catherine,¶ I replied. µYou love Mr. Edgar because he is handsome, and young, and cheerful, and rich, and loves you. The last, however, goes for nothing: you would love him without that, probably; and with it you wouldn¶t, unless he possessed the four former attractions.¶ µNo, to be sure not: I should only pity him²hate him, perhaps, if he were ugly, and a clown.¶ µBut there are several other handsome, rich young men in the world: handsomer, possibly, and richer than he is. What should hinder you from loving them?¶ µIf there be any, they are out of my way: I¶ve seen none like Edgar.¶ µYou may see some; and he won¶t always be handsome, and young, and may not always be rich.¶ µHe is now; and I have only to do with the present. I wish you would speak rationally.¶ µWell, that settles it: if you have only to do with the present, marry Mr. Linton.¶ µI don¶t want your permission for that²I shall marry him: and yet you have not told me whether I¶m right.¶ µPerfectly right; if people be right to marry only for the present. And now, let us hear what you are unhappy about. Your brother will be pleased; the old lady and gentleman will not object, I think; you will escape from a disorderly, comfortless home into a wealthy, respectable one; and you love Edgar, and Edgar loves you. All seems smooth and easy: where is the obstacle?¶ µHere! and here!¶ replied Catherine, striking one hand on her forehead, and the other on her breast: µin whichever place the soul lives. In my soul and in my heart, I¶m convinced I¶m wrong!¶ µThat¶s very strange! I cannot make it out.¶ µIt¶s my secret. But if you will not mock at me, I¶ll explain it: I can¶t do it distinctly; but I¶ll give you a feeling of how I feel.¶ She seated herself by me again: her countenance grew sadder and graver, and her clasped hands trembled. µNelly, do you never dream queer dreams?¶ she said, suddenly, after some minutes¶ reflection. µYes, now and then,¶ I answered. µAnd so do I. I¶ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they¶ve gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind. And this is one: I¶m going to tell it²but take care not to smile at any part of it.¶

¶ Ere this speech ended I became sensible of Heathcliff¶s presence. but I started. hastily. and steal out noiselessly. he couldn¶t overhear me at the door!¶ said she. while you get the supper. where I woke sobbing for joy.¶ µI tell you I won¶t hearken to your dreams.¶ µI won¶t hear it. I won¶t hear it!¶ I repeated. and foresee a fearful catastrophe. That will do to explain my secret.¶ cried she: µI was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home. How sweetly he smiles in his sleep!¶ µYes. not because he¶s handsome. when he was just such another as that chubby thing: nearly as young and innocent. but she did not proceed.¶ µOh. gazing nervously round. his and mine are the same. and saw him rise from the bench. He has not. and then he stayed to hear no further. and how sweetly his father curses in his solitude! You remember him. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now. and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights. Having noticed a slight movement. and be convinced that Heathcliff has no notion of these things. so he shall never know how I love him: and that. I shouldn¶t have thought of it. and Catherine had an unusual gloom in her aspect. and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth. µIf I were in heaven. Miss Catherine!¶ I cried. and when it is ready ask me to sup with you. as well as the other. I turned my head. He had listened till he heard Catherine say it would degrade her to marry him. µThis is nothing. for I made a motion to leave my chair. I¶ve no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven. Miss Catherine! I¶ll go to bed. µand Heathcliff will come in with him. I want to cheat my uncomfortable conscience. Whatever our souls are made of.¶ µBut it is not for that. Nelly. or frost from fire.¶ I interrupted again. and Linton¶s is as different as a moonbeam from lightning. I was superstitious about dreams then. but because he¶s more myself than I am. However.¶ I answered. I shall oblige you to listen: it¶s not long. sitting on the ground. and am still. be merry and like yourself! Look at little Hareton! he¶s dreaming nothing dreary. has he? He does not know what being in love is!¶ . µGive me Hareton. she recommenced in a short time. I¶m not sure whether he were not at the door this moment. come. µAll sinners would be miserable in heaven. that made me dread something from which I might shape a prophecy. and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low.¶ µBecause you are not fit to go there. Nelly. She was vexed. was prevented by the back of the settle from remarking his presence or departure. µJoseph is here. My companion. Nelly.¶ I answered. I daresay. She laughed. and I¶ve no power to be merry to-night. µWe¶re dismal enough without conjuring up ghosts and visions to perplex us.µOh! don¶t. I dreamt once that I was there. Apparently taking up another subject. Come. and held me down. I should be extremely miserable. catching opportunely the roll of his cartwheels up the road. and bade her hush! µWhy?¶ she asked.

and²¶ She paused.¶ µWith your husband¶s money. eagerly. µWho is to separate us. and he remained. my fellow-servant and I began to quarrel who should carry some to Mr. I¶ll not promise. and place him out of my brother¶s power. µNo. I¶m well aware. but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. but necessary. though I¶m hardly a judge. and how he¶ll bear to be quite deserted in the world? Because.¶ I returned. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight. if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff¶s miseries. Linton. Miss Catherine²¶ µHe quite deserted! we separated!¶ she exclaimed. but as my own being. and Catherine removed her seat to a corner. or else that you are a wicked. He will. After it was cooked. I think that¶s the worst motive you¶ve given yet for being the wife of young Linton. and we didn¶t settle it till all was nearly cold. µit only goes to convince me that you are ignorant of the duties you undertake in marrying. as well as you. and tolerate him. I was out of patience with her folly! µIf I can make any sense of your nonsense. we should be beggars? whereas. but I jerked it forcibly away. µand if you are his choice. and all! Have you considered how you¶ll bear the separation. any more than I am always a pleasure to myself. and nursed Hareton. he¶ll be the most unfortunate creature that ever was born! As soon as you become Mrs. Miss. unprincipled girl. But trouble me with no more secrets: I¶ll not promise to keep them. if he . µYou¶ll find him not so pliable as you calculate upon: and. and he were annihilated. pray? They¶ll meet the fate of Milo! Not as long as I live.²My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it. at least. and if all else remained. too. I should still continue to be.µI see no reason that he should not know. Linton were such a price demanded! He¶ll be as much to me as he has been all his lifetime. So don¶t talk of our separation again: it is impracticable. and love. while I made the supper. What were the use of my creation. Miss Catherine?¶ I asked.¶ µIt is not.¶ µYou¶ll keep that?¶ she asked. Nelly. to satisfy him.¶ I repeated. Edgar must shake off his antipathy. when he learns my true feelings towards him. the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. Oh. She was about to insist. but did it never strike you that if Heathcliff and I married. I see now you think me a selfish wretch. Hindley. Every Linton on the face of the earth might melt into nothing before I could consent to forsake Heathcliff. if I marry Linton I can aid Heathcliff to rise.¶ I said. Then we came to the agreement that we would let him ask.¶ retorted she. that¶s not what I intend²that¶s not what I mean! I shouldn¶t be Mrs. This is for the sake of one who comprehends in his person my feelings to Edgar and myself. when the entrance of Joseph finished our conversation. Nelly. and hid her face in the folds of my gown. he loses friend. Ellen: for no mortal creature. I cannot express it. with an accent of indignation. as winter changes the trees. If all else perished. always in my mind: not as a pleasure. µit is the best! The others were the satisfaction of my whims: and for Edgar¶s sake. I am Heathcliff! He¶s always.

¶ I went and called. Was he vexed at my bad humour this afternoon? Dear! tell me what I¶ve said to grieve him? I do wish he¶d come. for we feared particularly to go into his presence when he had been some time alone. or even lie too sulky to speak to us in the hay-loft. µWhat a trifle scares you! It¶s surely no great cause of alarm that Heathcliff should take a moonlight saunter on the moors. t¶ maister µull play t¶ devil to-morn. and at last he placed his hat on his head. and. wherever Heathcliff had rambled. and plottered through. as I ordered?¶ µI sud more likker look for th¶ horse. Meantime. find and make him re-enter directly! µI want to speak to him. I¶ve no doubt. µYon lad gets war und war!¶ observed he on re-entering. though rather uneasy myself.¶ he replied. µHe¶s left th¶ gate at t¶ full swing.¶ Joseph objected at first. and told how I saw him quit the kitchen just as she complained of her brother¶s conduct regarding him. I was sure. before I go upstairs. She was absent such a while that Joseph proposed we should wait no longer. µIt ¶ud be to more sense. I¶ll engage he¶s lurking there. its result was disappointment. µI¶ll call him. I whispered to Catherine that he had heard a good part of what she said. and Joseph¶s quest ended in the same. had not his young mistress broken in upon him with a hurried command that he must run down the road. And on their behalf he added that night a special prayer to the usual quarter-of-anhour¶s supplication before meat. He cunningly conjectured they were staying away in order to avoid hearing his protracted blessing. See if I don¶t ferret him out!¶ I departed to renew my search. and I must. all on ye! Yah mun¶n¶t drive him out of his heead for nowt!¶ µHave you found Heathcliff. flung Hareton on to the settle. µAnd how isn¶t that nowt comed in fro¶ th¶ field.wanted any.¶ she said. µHe¶s in the barn. for he would not reply. raight o¶er into t¶ meadow! Hahsomdiver. she was too much in earnest.¶ I replied. and he¶ll do weel. She jumped up in a fine fright. On returning. and ran to seek for her friend herself. He¶s patience itsseln wi¶ sich careless. to suffer contradiction. Bud I can look for norther horse nur man of a neeght loike this²as black as t¶ chimbley! und Heathcliff¶s noan t¶ chap to coom at my whistle²happen he¶ll be less hard o¶ hearing wi¶ ye!¶ . however.¶ he affirmed. Catherine paced up and down the floor. but got no answer. and walked grumbling forth. µHave you been looking for him. They were µill eneugh for ony fahl manners. µAnd the gate is open: he is somewhere out of hearing. exclaiming²µI wonder where he is²I wonder where he can be! What did I say. or how her talk would have affected him. I do wish he would!¶ µWhat a noise for nothing!¶ I cried. not taking leisure to consider why she was so flurried. looking round for Heathcliff. though I shouted at the top of the fold as loud as I could. Nelly? I¶ve forgotten. be this time? What is he about? girt idle seeght!¶ demanded the old man. and would have tacked another to the end of the grace. you ass?¶ interrupted Catherine. and Miss¶s pony has trodden dahn two rigs o¶ corn. offald craters²patience itsseln he is! Bud he¶ll not be soa allus²yah¶s see.

and either one or the other split a tree off at the corner of the building: a huge bough fell across the roof. haggard and drowsy. while we still sat up. then I distinguished his slow step on the ladder. and then crying outright. touching her shoulder. and I wod hev¶ ye to look out. leaving us all unharmed. I heard Joseph read on a while afterwards. the storm came rattling over the Heights in full fury. come to bed! there¶s no use waiting any longer on that foolish boy: he¶ll be gone to Gimmerton. She came in and lay down on the settle. heedless of my expostulations and the growling thunder. and he¶ll stay there now. in my mind. However. But the uproar passed away in twenty minutes. turning her face to the back. Miss²yah muh be t¶ next. left him preaching and her shivering. that a wide distinction might be drawn between saints like himself and sinners like his master.¶ µNay. spare the righteous.¶ And he began quoting several texts. at a good passionate fit of crying. light entered from its unclosed windows. was Mr. We thought a bolt had fallen in the middle of us. beseeching the Lord to remember the patriarchs Noah and Lot. calling at intervals. and stood on the kitchen hearth. though he smote the ungodly. Hindley had come out. The house-door was ajar. and standing bonnetless and shawl-less to catch as much water as she could with her hair and clothes. I felt some sentiment that it must be a judgment on us also. Earnshaw. µWell. Cathy?¶ he was saying when I entered: µyou look as dismal as a drowned whelp. This visitation worn¶t for nowt. and I said we had better all sit down. Catherine would not be persuaded into tranquillity. µWhat ails you. as well as thunder. she remained. µI¶s niver wonder but he¶s at t¶ bothom of a bog-hoile. too. in a state of agitation which permitted no repose. nay. all soaked as she was. excepting Cathy. referring us to chapters and verses where we might find them. µyou are not bent on getting your death. He guesses we shouldn¶t wait for him till this late hour: at least. he guesses that only Mr. who slept as fast as if everyone had been sleeping round him. having vainly begged the wilful girl to rise and remove her wet things. and then I dropped asleep. Thank Hivin for all! All warks togither for gooid to them as is chozzen. and then listening. Miss!¶ I exclaimed. Hindley would be up. I saw. who got thoroughly drenched for her obstinacy in refusing to take shelter. and knocked down a portion of the east chimney-stack. and the great drops that began to plash around her. by the sunbeams piercing the chinks of the shutters. more clamorously than before. The Jonah. Why are you so damp and pale. Miss Catherine still seated near the fireplace. or any child. he¶s noan at Gimmerton. child?¶ . are you? Do you know what o¶clock it is? Half-past twelve. There was a violent wind. and betook myself to bed with little Hareton. Coming down somewhat later than usual. and I shook the handle of his den that I might ascertain if he were yet living. and Joseph swung on to his knees. and he¶d rather avoid having the door opened by the master. She kept wandering to and fro. and piked out fro¶ th¶ rubbidge! Yah knaw whet t¶ Scripture ses.¶ said Joseph. sending a clatter of stones and soot into the kitchen-fire. She beat Hareton. I. Come. and. and putting her hands before it. About midnight. and at length took up a permanent situation on one side of the wall. from the gate to the door. as in former times. in a fashion which made my companion vociferate. He replied audibly enough.It was a very dark evening for summer: the clouds appeared inclined to thunder. the approaching rain would be certain to bring him home without further trouble. near the road: where.

and he told me to let . and there she has sat the night through. What took you into the rain?¶ µRunning after t¶ lads.¶ she answered reluctantly.¶ µSilence.¶ answered Catherine.¶ Here she burst into uncontrollable grief. perceiving the master to be tolerably sober.¶ µI never saw Heathcliff last night. gentle and simple! Never a day ut yah¶re off. she is naughty!¶ I cried. Earnshaw stared at us in surprise. but Catherine called peevishly to me. that¶s all. she had a fever. I¶ll go with him. Heathcliff! They think I¶m blind. Damn it! I don¶t want to be troubled with more sickness here. or she shouldn¶t cry for nothing! I obliged her to obey. he did me a good turn a short time since that will make my conscience tender of breaking his neck. µand I¶m cold. µShe¶s ill. slattenly witch! nip up and bolt into th¶ house. wi¶ that fahl. shoo¶s a fine lass! shoo sits watching for ye i¶ t¶ kitchen. you¶ll never have an opportunity: perhaps.¶ said Hindley. perhaps. The morning was fresh and cool. µI suppose that¶s the reason she would not go to bed. I shall send him about his business this very morning.¶ he repeated. but I¶m noan: nowt ut t¶ soart!²I seed young Linton boath coming and going. as soon as he saw her. and I couldn¶t prevail on her to stir. flaysome divil of a gipsy. then. lurking amang t¶ fields. surely? That was over hours since. and the remainder of her words were inarticulate. I¶d just slam t¶ boards i¶ their faces all on ¶em. no doubt. shut the window. It proved the commencement of delirium: Mr. and I begged Joseph to run for the doctor. and. maister. pronounced her dangerously ill. Hindley. and Miss Nelly. eavesdropper!¶ cried Catherine. µWhat kept her up? not fear of the thunder. t¶ minute yah heard t¶ maister¶s horse-fit clatter up t¶ road. after twelve o¶ t¶ night. µIf I war yah. I threw back the lattice. To prevent it. I¶d advise you all to look sharp: I shall only have the more humour for you. I thought she was going mad. catching an opportunity from our hesitation to thrust in his evil tongue. and bade her get to her room immediately. I didn¶t know how she took it into her head to sit up. He bled her. Cathy. µand you are a confounded simpleton! But never mind Linton at present: tell me. he¶s gone. were you not with Heathcliff last night? Speak the truth. beginning to sob bitterly: µand if you do turn him out of doors. and as yah¶re in at one door.¶ µYou lie. µyah gooid fur nowt. But.¶ µOh.¶ Mr. and I shall never forget what a scene she acted when we reached her chamber: it terrified me. he¶s out at t¶other. as usuald!¶ croaked Joseph.¶ Neither of us wished to mention Heathcliff¶s absence. and after he¶s gone. µShe got steeped in the shower of yesterday evening. I¶m starving!¶ And her teeth chattered as she shrank closer to the almost extinguished embers. and it was I who told him to be off: because I knew you would not like to have met him as you were. µThe night through. Kenneth. and she said nothing. wer grand lady goes a-courting of her side! It¶s bonny behaviour. and presently the room filled with sweet scents from the garden. now. Hindley lavished on her a torrent of scornful abuse. but yon cat o¶ Linton comes sneaking hither. µnone of your insolence before me! Edgar Linton came yesterday by chance.µI¶ve been wet. taking her wrist. as long as we could conceal it.¶ answered her brother. µEllen. and I seed yah¶ (directing his discourse to me). so I replied. You need not he afraid of harming him: though I hate him as much as ever.

where two or three miles was the ordinary distance between cottage and cottage. From Mr. now that there was no mistress. and generally avoided aggravating her fiery temper. the latter ordered me to pack up: he wanted no women in the house. Though I cannot say I made a gentle nurse. and set things to rights. save in the relation of a mere servant. and then he left: for he had enough to do in the parish. The former offered me munificent wages. and when Catherine was convalescent. and take care she did not throw herself downstairs or out of the window. one day. She would not hear of staying a second longer: in truth. and it was nothing less than murder in her eyes for any one to presume to stand up and contradict her. the curate should take him in hand. when she had provoked me exceedingly. and thought that her recent illness gave her a claim to be treated with consideration. and. Linton paid us several visits. as multitudes have been before and will be after him. and as long as she let him alone she might trample on us like slaves. Joseph fell under a ban also: he would speak his mind. but Catherine¶s tears were more powerful than ours. not from affection. she ought to have her own way. Heathcliff had never been heard of since the evening of the thunder-storm. I felt rather disposed to defer the sequel of her . but from pride: he wished earnestly to see her bring honour to the family by an alliance with the Lintons. and tutored by Kenneth. and serious threats of a fit that often attended her rages. she weathered it through. said good-by. I had the misfortune. to be sure.her live on whey and water-gruel. I told the master he got rid of all decent people only to run to ruin a little faster. and she esteemed herself a woman. From that period. I kissed Hareton. But the poor dame had reason to repent of her kindness: she and her husband both took the fever. Our young lady returned to us saucier and more passionate. and though our patient was as wearisome and headstrong as a patient could be. and Joseph and the master were no better. We made a sad parting. and that he was ever more than all the world to her and she to him! ***** At this point of the housekeeper¶s story she chanced to glance towards the time-piece over the chimney. and was in amazement on seeing the minute-hand measure half-past one. and I had just begun to teach him his letters. Then the doctor had said that she would not bear crossing much. but I¶ve no doubt he has completely forgotten all about Ellen Dean. was infatuated: and believed himself the happiest man alive on the day he led her to Gimmerton Chapel. and as to Hareton. When I refused to go. for aught he cared! Edgar Linton. and since then he has been a stranger: and it¶s very queer to think it. Much against my inclination. I was persuaded to leave Wuthering Heights and accompany her here. for several months. He was rather too indulgent in humouring her caprices. he said. and our mistress. to lay the blame of his disappearance on her: where indeed it belonged. her brother allowed her whatever she pleased to demand. and when she found her entreaties did not move me. she ceased to hold any communication with me. Earnshaw and his companions she kept aloof. by-and-by. she went lamenting to her husband and brother. and died within a few days of each other. and lecture her all the same as if she were a little girl. she insisted on conveying her to Thrushcross Grange: for which deliverance we were very grateful. three years subsequent to his father¶s death. and scolded and ordered us all. as she well knew. And so I had but one choice left: to do as I was ordered. Little Hareton was nearly five years old. Old Mrs. and haughtier than ever.

and sickness! Oh. I shall summon courage to go also. she behaved infinitely better than I dared to expect. I¶ll proceed in my own fashion. µIt wants twenty minutes. Dean came. Yes: I remember her hero had run off. blisters and leeches? This is quite an easy interval. and dilatory country surgeons! And oh. and earn honours by drawing blood from his foster-country? or make a fortune more promptly on the English highways?¶ µHe may have done a little in all these vocations. yet I feel as if I could enjoy something interesting. and I have meditated for another hour or two. Draw your knitting out of your pocket²that will do²now continue the history of Mr. and impassable roads. but I couldn¶t give my word for any. About seven days ago he sent me a brace of grouse²the last of the season. tossing. or escape to America. She seemed almost over-fond of Mr. Lockwood. neither am I aware of the means he took to raise his mind from the savage ignorance into which it was sunk: but.¶ ***** I got Miss Catherine and myself to Thrushcross Grange. Mrs. alas! how could I offend a man who was charitable enough to sit at my bedside a good hour. and never been heard of for three years. and talk on some other subject than pills and draughts. Linton.¶ µWith all my heart! Don¶t interrupt me. and that I had a great mind to tell him. µI desire to have²¶ µThe doctor says you must drop the powders. as far as she had gone.¶ µThat¶s good news. Are you feeling better this morning?¶ µMuch. and even to his sister she showed plenty of affection. I stated before that I didn¶t know how he gained his money. But. and the heroine was married. these bleak winds and bitter northern skies. Scoundrel! He is not altogether guiltless in this illness of mine. and. away with it!¶ I replied. And now that she is vanished to her rest. worse than all. Heathcliff. from where you left off. Did he finish his education on the Continent. to the present day. with your leave. Dean to finish her tale? I can recollect its chief incidents. I¶ll ring: she¶ll be delighted to find me capable of talking cheerfully. in spite of aching laziness of head and limbs.narrative myself. I am too weak to read. sir. Keep your fingers from that bitter phalanx of vials. and come back a gentleman? or did he get a sizar¶s place at college. Mr.¶ she commenced. Come and take your seat here. CHAPTER X A charming introduction to a hermit¶s life! Four weeks¶ torture. Why not have up Mrs. to my agreeable disappointment. to taking the medicine. µAway. the terrible intimation of Kenneth that I need not expect to be out of doors till spring! Mr. this dearth of the human physiognomy! and. if you think it will amuse and not weary you. They were both very attentive to her . Heathcliff has just honoured me with a call.

which reflected a score of glittering moons. I was coming from the garden with a heavy basket of apples which I had been gathering.¶ . the brows lowering. I turned about to discover who spoke. the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering. the cheeks were sallow. I learned to be less touchy.²µNelly. for the space of half a year. and the others yielded: and who can be ill-natured and bad-tempered when they encounter neither opposition nor indifference? I observed that Mr.¶ µI have waited here an hour. but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn. µAre they at home? where is she? Nelly. but showed no lights from within. The return of sunshine was welcomed by answering sunshine from him. It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles. no! The voice has no resemblance to his. while I continued staring. I set my burden on the house-steps by the kitchen-door. or saw any other servant grow cloudy at some imperious order of hers. I distinguished a tall man dressed in dark clothes. and my back to the entrance. sweet air. I dared not enter. we must be for ourselves in the long run. fearfully. µand the whole of that time all round has been as still as death. when I heard a voice behind me say. There were no mutual concessions: one stood erect.¶ he resumed. the eyes deep-set and singular. he would show his trouble by a frown of displeasure that never darkened on his own account. Go. Edgar had a deep-rooted fear of ruffling her humour. and held his fingers on the latch as if intending to open for himself. Something stirred in the porch. Well. and foreign in tone. uncertain whether to regard him as a worldly visitor. with dark face and hair.¶ he replied. for the doors were shut.comfort. moving nearer. He concealed it from her. Heathcliff. because no fire came near to explode it. He many a time spoke sternly to me about my pertness. but if ever he heard me answer sharply. you are not glad! you needn¶t be so disturbed. and. causing undefined shadows to lurk in the corners of the numerous projecting portions of the building. my eyes were on the moon. and I had seen nobody on approaching the steps. glancing from me up to the windows. µWho can it be?¶ I thought. and half covered with black whiskers. and the moon looked over the high wall of the court. and I raised my hands in amazement. You do not know me? Look. and drew in a few more breaths of the soft. On a mellow evening in September. µMr. the gunpowder lay as harmless as sand. I remembered the eyes. Catherine had seasons of gloom and silence now and then: they were respected with sympathising silence by her husband. and it ended when circumstances caused each to feel that the one¶s interest was not the chief consideration in the other¶s thoughts. yet there was something in the manner of pronouncing my name which made it sound familiar. and lingered to rest. Is she here? Speak! I want to have one word with her²your mistress. as she was never subject to depression of spirits before. certainly. He leant against the side. It ended. µWhat! you come back? Is it really you? Is it?¶ µYes. µWhat!¶ I cried. and. Not to grieve a kind master. is that you?¶ It was a deep voice. I¶m not a stranger!¶ A ray fell on his features. who ascribed them to an alteration in her constitution. produced by her perilous illness. I believe I may assert that they were really in possession of deep and growing happiness. and averred that the stab of a knife could not inflict a worse pang than he suffered at seeing his lady vexed. Earnshaw? Oh. and say some person from Gimmerton desires to see her. It had got dusk.

¶ cried her husband.¶ he said.¶ she answered. too excited to show gladness: indeed. µOh. and the wild green park. Edgar!¶ she panted. I guess his return will make a jubilee to her.¶ I said. Edgar inquired. µWell. He unfastened it. for my sake. I could not persuade myself to proceed. µdon¶t strangle me for that! He never struck me as such a marvellous treasure.¶ µWhat does he want?¶ asked Mrs. She was nearly heartbroken when he ran off. as you may have noticed. impatiently. Both the room and its occupants. Mr. µWell. carelessly. you would rather have surmised an awful calamity. master.¶ Mr. µWhat will she do? The surprise bewilders me²it will put her out of her head! And you are Heathcliff! But altered! Nay. µSome one mistress does not expect. µinto the parlour?¶ . well. Linton were. µShe¶d be sadly grieved to hear you. with a long line of mist winding nearly to its top (for very soon after you pass the chapel. there¶s no comprehending it. µA person from Gimmerton wishes to see you ma¶am. after having put my question about the candles. crossly. the sough that runs from the marshes joins a beck which follows the bend of the glen).¶ I replied. and leant out. flinging her arms round his neck.¶ µWhat! the gipsy²the ploughboy?¶ he cried. you must be friends now. Wuthering Heights rose above this silvery vapour. Linton. close the curtains.¶ She quitted the apartment. I heard the click of the latch.µHow will she take it?¶ I exclaimed. and Mrs. I shrank reluctantly from performing my errand. the valley of Gimmerton. and mutter.¶ I answered. breathless and wild. when a sense of my folly compelled me to return. µWhy did you not say so to Catherine?¶ µHush! you must not call him by those names. µI did not question him. by her face. if it be anyone particular. Edgar. They sat together in a window whose lattice lay back against the wall. µOh.¶ Ere long. At length I resolved on making an excuse to ask if they would have the candles lighted. and displayed.¶ she said. but when I got to the parlour where Mr. There is no need to be frantic!¶ µI know you didn¶t like him. but our old house was invisible. I¶ll be back again directly. Shall I tell him to come up?¶ µHere. Nelly. beyond the garden trees. it rather dips down on the other side. Linton walked to a window on the other side of the room that overlooked the court. and the scene they gazed on. Have you been for a soldier?¶ µGo and carry my message. I suppose they were below. µI¶m in hell till you do!¶ He lifted the latch. µand bring up tea. µThat Heathcliff²you recollect him. looked wondrously peaceful. Edgar darling! Heathcliff¶s come back²he is!¶ And she tightened her embrace to a squeeze. and was actually going away leaving it unsaid. love! Bring the person in. repressing a little the intensity of her delight. sir²who used to live at Mr. µYet. who it was. and I entered. and Catherine flew up-stairs.¶ he interrupted. Earnshaw¶s. for he exclaimed quickly: µDon¶t stand there. and I opened the door.

but it was subdued. And yet. Edgar: he grew pale with pure annoyance: a feeling that reached its climax when his lady rose. try to be glad. it looked intelligent. µespecially if it be anything in which I have a part. to behold the transformation of Heathcliff. They were too much absorbed in their mutual joy to suffer embarrassment. Mrs. and led him to Linton. whose flushed cheeks betrayed signs of warm talking. Linton eyed him with a droll expression²half angry. recalling old times. Heathcliff dropped his slight hand. But the lady¶s glowed with another feeling when her friend appeared at the door: she sprang forward. and found Heathcliff waiting under the porch.¶ she added. sir.µWhere else?¶ she asked. µI cannot sit in the kitchen. and then she seized Linton¶s reluctant fingers and crushed them into his. and spoken to you once more. He looked vexed. Set two tables here. I¶ll run down and secure my guest. of course. I¶m afraid the joy is too great to be real!¶ She was about to dart off again. He had grown a tall. and stood looking at him coolly till he chose to speak. cruel Heathcliff! you don¶t deserve this welcome. Now. Not so Mr. the other for Heathcliff and myself. I shall stay an hour or two willingly. and laughed like one beside herself. evidently anticipating an invitation to enter. being of the lower orders. Catherine. µSit down. µMrs. A half-civilised ferocity lurked yet in the depressed brows and eyes full of black fire. The whole household need not witness the sight of your welcoming a runaway servant as a brother. His upright carriage suggested the idea of his having been in the army. and I ushered him into the presence of the master and mistress. half laughing at his fastidiousness. and suggested the kitchen as a more suitable place for him. µNo. who kept her gaze fixed on him as if she feared he would vanish were she to remove it. athletic.¶ I descended. Will that please you. as he had called him.¶ he said. each time more confidently. and retained no marks of former degradation. µI shall not be able to believe that I have seen. fully revealed by the fire and candlelight. seized Heathcliff¶s hands again. He did not raise his to her often: a quick glance now and then sufficed. more than ever. well-formed man. beside whom my master seemed quite slender and youth-like. µI shall think it a dream to-morrow!¶ she cried. addressing me. Linton.¶ He took a seat opposite Catherine. dear? Or must I have a fire lighted elsewhere? If so. but it flashed back. without being absurd. after a while.¶ he said. would have me give you a cordial reception. and stepping across the rug. give directions. being gentry. the undisguised delight he drank from hers. but Edgar arrested her. To be absent and silent for three years. µYou bid him step up. though stern for grace. and his manner was even dignified: quite divested of roughness.¶ µAnd I also. and. at length. I am gratified when anything occurs to please her. and touched. His countenance was much older in expression and decision of feature than Mr.¶ answered Heathcliff. Ellen: one for your master and Miss Isabella. Linton¶s. µand. took both his hands. My master¶s surprise equalled or exceeded mine: he remained for a minute at a loss how to address the ploughboy. and never to think of me!¶ . I was amazed. He followed my guidance without waste of words.

and flatter her into a good temper. The meal hardly endured ten minutes. and pretended pleasure. for I struggled only for you!¶ µCatherine. wherever he may lodge to-night. and I¶m thirsty. You were really sorry for me. I was wakened from my first nap by Mrs. having handed their chairs forward. if we have a dispute sometimes. µAnd I want some living creature to keep me company in my happiness! Edgar is sulky. µI heard of your marriage. Let Mr. and pulling me by the hair to rouse me. Is he turning out a bit of a hypocrite. by way of apology. a stare of surprise.¶ he murmured. summoned by the bell. when I called this morning. Earnshaw! I pondered this sentence painfully. because I¶m glad of a thing that does not interest him: he refuses to open his mouth.¶ . please to come to the table. then. you¶ll not drive me off again. and the fondness all the family exhibit for her. as he departed. It pleases her brother to see us cordial. I asked. µMr.¶ Mr. not long since. and I yield like a foolish mother: I call her a darling. and Miss Isabella came. But they are very much alike: they are spoiled children. unless you would like an open quarrel between them.¶ µWhat use is it praising Heathcliff to him?¶ I answered. except to utter pettish. Their guest did not protract his stay that evening above an hour longer.¶ µBut does it not show great weakness?¶ pursued she. Heathcliff will have a long walk.µA little more than you have thought of me. to Wuthering Heights. I¶ve fought through a bitter life since I last heard your voice. I meditated this plan²just to have one glimpse of your face. I think a smart chastisement might improve them all the same. Your welcome has put these ideas out of my mind. afterwards settle my score with Hindley. Edgar had made a slop in his saucer. and that pleases me.¶ he answered: µMr.¶ she said. after he was gone. and Heathcliff would hate just as much to hear him praised: it¶s human nature. Linton alone about him. Nelly. there was cause. and though I humour both. while waiting in the yard below. I left the room. silly speeches. He always contrives to be sick at the least cross! I gave a few sentences of commendation to Heathcliff. and a due measure of politeness. µI¶m not envious: I never feel hurt at the brightness of Isabella¶s yellow hair and the whiteness of her skin. and coming into the country to work mischief under a cloak? I mused: I had a presentiment in the bottom of my heart that he had better have remained away. but beware of meeting me with another aspect next time! Nay. unless we are to have cold tea. Earnshaw invited him! and he called on Mr. Earnshaw invited me. and scarcely swallowed a mouthful. and you must forgive me. taking a seat on my bedside. Even you. either for a headache or a pang of envy. and he affirmed I was cruel and selfish for wishing to talk when he was so sick and sleepy. you back Isabella at once. and then prevent the law by doing execution on myself. and. µI cannot rest. Cathy. began to cry: so I got up and left him. Linton gliding into my chamber. striving to preserve his ordinary tone. and fancy the world was made for their accommodation. if he went to Gimmerton? µNo.¶ She took her post before the urn. perhaps. Catherine¶s cup was never filled: she could neither eat nor drink. Ellen. were you? Well. About the middle of the night.¶ interrupted Linton. µAs lads they had an aversion to each other. and he. at her dainty elegance.

who came out and fell to questioning him of what he had been doing. he requested that he would come again in the evening: to which he consented. I can afford to suffer anything hereafter! Should the meanest thing alive . and doubtless my brother¶s covetousness will prompt him to accept the terms: he was always greedy. and likewise a hope that I shall have more opportunities of seeing him there than I could have if he settled in Gimmerton. a little for Hindley: but he can¶t be made morally worse than he is. he¶d be ashamed to cloud its removal with idle petulance. and he may as well like him: considering how Heathcliff has reason to object to him.¶ µAnd then we shall fight to the death. and an attachment to the house where we lived together. Oh. I¶m sure he behaved excellently!¶ µWhat do you think of his going to Wuthering Heights?¶ I inquired. over something of equal consequence to both sides. It is childish and. at last. finding him plentifully supplied. and. Linton. supposing you resided there still. Nelly?¶ she returned. But Heathcliff affirms his principal reason for resuming a connection with his ancient persecutor is a wish to instal himself in quarters at walking distance from the Grange. I¶ve endured very. Mrs. However. µbut he needn¶t resort to whining for trifles. Linton?¶ µNone for my friend. apparently: quite a Christian: offering the right hand of fellowship to his enemies all around!¶ µHe explained it. though what he grasps with one hand he flings away with the other. desired him to walk in.¶ µIt¶s a nice place for a young man to fix his dwelling in!¶ said I. it¶s over. and how he had been living.¶ she replied. fall out. There were some persons sitting at cards. and Joseph told Hindley. however. Mrs. µI wonder as much as you. The event of this evening has reconciled me to God and humanity! I had risen in angry rebellion against Providence.¶ said I. laughing. You can well afford to indulge their passing whims as long as their business is to anticipate all your desires. that I believe I might kill him. µI do. Heathcliff joined them. and been delighted from sympathy. very bitter misery.¶ she replied: µhis strong head will keep him from danger. and I¶ll take no revenge on his folly.¶ I advised her to value him the more for his affection. he would have been taught to long for its alleviation as ardently as I. µHe is reformed in every respect. and I stand between him and bodily harm. and finally. he ought to have said it for me. and he wouldn¶t wish to retaliate.¶ she answered. He must get accustomed to him. µThey humour you: I know what there would be to do if they did not. Hindley is too reckless to select his acquaintance prudently: he doesn¶t trouble himself to reflect on the causes he might have for mistrusting one whom he has basely injured. instead of melting into tears because I said that Heathcliff was now worthy of anyone¶s regard.µYou¶re mistaken. my brother lost some money to him. Nelly! If that creature knew how bitter. It was kindness for him which induced me to bear it alone: had I expressed the agony I frequently felt. sha¶n¶t we. I have such faith in Linton¶s love. µHave you no fear of the consequences. and it would honour the first gentleman in the country to be his friend. He means to offer liberal payment for permission to lodge at the Heights. and then those you term weak are very capable of being as obstinate as you. µNo! I tell you. You may. He said he called to gather information concerning me from you.

on the plea of ill-health: she was dwindling and fading before our eyes. keen feelings. And he dreaded that mind: it revolted him: he shrank forebodingly from the idea of committing Isabella to its keeping. that the mistress would allow her to be nothing in the house. and we let the parlour fire go out on purpose to vex her. who loved her tenderly. and that served to repress all startling demonstrations of feeling. complaining that the servants did not do what she told them. But one day. µYou are surely losing your reason. Heathcliff²Mr. She was at that time a charming young lady of eighteen. rejecting her breakfast. with a hundred yet more frivolous accusations. and Edgar neglected her. amazed at the unreasonable assertion. My master¶s uneasiness experienced a lull. I¶d not only turn the other. and further circumstances diverted it into another channel for a space. and it was only Catherine¶s harshness which made her unhappy. Good-night! I¶m an angel!¶ In this self-complacent conviction she departed.¶ sobbed Isabella. and he gradually established his right to be expected. Mrs. instantly. having scolded her heartily. his mind was unchangeable and unchanged. Catherine. that her health was perfect. too. snapping at and teasing Catherine continually. though his exterior was altered. I¶ll go make my peace with Edgar instantly. at first: he seemed estimating how far its owner would bear his intrusion. was appalled at this fantastic preference. for the minute he discovered its existence he laid the blame on Heathcliff¶s deliberate designing. Leaving aside the degradation of an alliance with a nameless man. His new source of trouble sprang from the not anticipated misfortune of Isabella Linton evincing a sudden and irresistible attraction towards the tolerated guest. He would have recoiled still more had he been aware that her attachment rose unsolicited. that Miss Linton fretted and pined over something. Mention of Kenneth caused her to exclaim. and. and the possible fact that his property. When have I been hash. during some time. µHow can you say I am harsh. and a keen temper. if irritated. at the imminent risk of exhausting her limited patience. might pass into such a one¶s power. and she rewarded him with such a summer of sweetness and affection in return as made the house a paradise for several days. but he ventured no objection to her taking Isabella with her to Wuthering Heights in the afternoon. though possessed of keen wit. infantile in manners. Her brother. as a proof.slap me on the cheek. but I¶d ask pardon for provoking it. We had all remarked. he had sense to comprehend Heathcliff¶s disposition: to know that. also. when she had been peculiarly wayward. tell me?¶ µYesterday. Linton peremptorily insisted that she should get to bed. µand now!¶ µYesterday!¶ said her sister-in-law. to a certain extent. you naughty fondling?¶ cried the mistress. both master and servants profiting from the perpetual sunshine. and the success of her fulfilled resolution was obvious on the morrow: Mr. in default of heirs male. Linton had not only abjured his peevishness (though his spirits seemed still subdued by Catherine¶s exuberance of vivacity). that she had caught a cold with the doors being left open. Heathcliff I should say in future²used the liberty of visiting at Thrushcross Grange cautiously. deemed it judicious to moderate her expressions of pleasure in receiving him. and. We excused her. threatened to send for the doctor. and was bestowed where it awakened no reciprocation of sentiment. µOn what occasion?¶ . He retained a great deal of the reserve for which his boyhood was remarkable. She grew cross and wearisome.

I know he couldn¶t love a Linton. that had he thought seriously to catch you. kindling up. µFor shame! for shame!¶ she repeated.¶ wept the young lady. Heathcliff?¶ µAnd that¶s your notion of harshness?¶ said Catherine. µI love him more than ever you loved Edgar. don¶t imagine that he conceals depths of benevolence and affection beneath a stern exterior! He¶s not a rough diamond²a pearlcontaining oyster of a rustic: he¶s a fierce.¶ µI don¶t mind the conversation. µyou wished me away. while you sauntered on with Mr. I should. because you knew I liked to be there!¶ µIs she sane?¶ asked Mrs. pitiless. you poisonous friend!¶ µAh! you won¶t believe me. without cultivation. because it would be ungenerous or cruel to harm them. Cathy. µWith him: and I won¶t be always sent off!¶ she continued. Isabella?¶ µNo. Linton. µand I shudder at you!¶ . if he found you a troublesome charge. I merely thought Heathcliff¶s talk would have nothing entertaining for your ears. perceiving her hesitate to complete the sentence. µYou are a dog in the manger. angrily. There¶s my picture: and I¶m his friend²so much so. and yet he¶d be quite capable of marrying your fortune and expectations: avarice is growing with him a besetting sin. µYou think I speak from wicked selfishness?¶ µI¶m certain you do. appealing to me. and he might love me. wolfish man. which makes that dream enter your head. Tell her what Heathcliff is: an unreclaimed creature. then!¶ Catherine declared. emphatically: and she seemed to speak sincerely.¶ she answered: µI wanted to be with²¶ µWell?¶ said Catherine. help me to convince her of her madness. in surprise. you have not. because I should hate them to be wronged:´ and he¶d crush you like a sparrow¶s egg. without refinement. and let you fall into his trap. and nothing else. Pray.¶ said the infatuated girl. µI¶ll repeat our conversation. µNelly. perhaps. I¶d as soon put that little canary into the park on a winter¶s day. µYou are worse than twenty foes. µIt was no hint that your company was superfluous? We didn¶t care whether you kept with us or not. no. as recommend you to bestow your heart on him! It is deplorable ignorance of his character. Linton. have held my tongue. child. I never say to him.µIn our walk along the moor: you told me to ramble where I pleased. ³Let them alone. ³Let this or that enemy alone.¶ retorted Isabella. Isabella. and you point out any charm it could have had for you. Isabella. laughing. then?¶ said Catherine.¶ Miss Linton regarded her sister-in-law with indignation. and desire no one to be loved but yourself!¶ µYou are an impertinent little monkey!¶ exclaimed Mrs. an arid wilderness of furze and whinstone. if you would let him!¶ µI wouldn¶t be you for a kingdom. µBut I¶ll not believe this idiotcy! It is impossible that you can covet the admiration of Heathcliff²that you consider him an agreeable person! I hope I have misunderstood you. word for word.¶ µOh.´ I say.

und can¶le-light till next day at noon: then. or persevered in nursing it perpetually. µTry for yourself. while he flees afore to oppen t¶ pikes!´ Now. aware of his absence. somebody that dotes on you more . They sit up all night together continually. called rather earlier than usual. Catherine and Isabella were sitting in the library. and. µHe¶s a bird of bad omen: no mate for you. He¶s noan feared o¶ t¶ bench o¶ judges. remained till the door opened. nur Matthew. and it was too late to attempt an escape. cloised shutters. not he! He fair likes²he langs to set his brazened face agean ¶em! And yon bonny lad Heathcliff. which she would gladly have done had it been practicable. un¶ the knave. there was a justice-meeting at the next town.µGood!¶ cried the other. un¶ sleep. and a true one. pulling a chair to the fire. un¶ ate. I was sweeping the hearth. µI¶ll not listen to your slanders. What malevolence you must have to wish to convince me that there is no happiness in the world!¶ Whether she would have got over this fancy if left to herself. ³we¶s hae a crowner¶s µquest enow. yeah knaw. the house of a man whom he abhors? They say Mr. yah mind. at last. and does nothing but play and drink: I heard only a week ago²it was Joseph who told me²I met him at Gimmerton: ³Nelly. if his account of Heathcliff¶s conduct be true.´ he said. Joseph is an old rascal. makking dacent fowks dig thur fingers i¶ thur lugs fur varry shame. and she never would represent him as worse than he is. you would never think of desiring such a husband. How has he been living? how has he got rich? why is he staying at Wuthering Heights. Ellen!¶ she replied. The day after. that¶s right!¶ exclaimed the mistress. my master was obliged to attend. Isabella. Heathcliff. and the disclosure she had made of her secret feelings in a transient fit of passion. and. Miss Linton.¶² µAnd I must suffer for her egotism!¶ she sobbed. Heathcliff. But she uttered falsehoods. nur John. inclined to make it no laughing matter to her. if she laughed again at her pertness. he¶s a rare ¶un. as Mrs. I¶m proud to show you. un¶ off to his neighbour¶s to gossip wi¶ t¶ wife. and I noticed a mischievous smile on her lips.¶ I said. t¶fooil gangs banning und raving to his cham¶er. µCome in. all is against me: she has blighted my single consolation. Mrs. gaily. Honest people don¶t hide their deeds. He can girn a laugh as well ¶s onybody at a raight divil¶s jest. if that be your spirit: I have done. Heathcliff is not a fiend: he has an honourable soul. or how could he remember her?¶ µBanish him from your thoughts. µAll. on mature consideration. She did laugh as she saw Heathcliff pass the window. That¶s maister. didn¶t she? Mr. but silent: the latter alarmed at her recent indiscretion. nur Peter. One on ¶em ¶s a¶most getten his finger cut off wi¶ hauding t¶ other fro¶ stickin¶ hisseln loike a cawlf. µHere are two people sadly in need of a third to thaw the ice between them. and you are the very one we should both of us choose. why he can caint his brass. I¶ course. Does he niver say nowt of his fine living amang us. or any one besides. norther Paul. She is better acquainted with his heart than I. at ahr folks¶. I cannot say: she had little time to reflect. brandy. and her fathur¶s son gallops down t¶ broad road. really offended with her companion. but no liar. Linton left the room. the former. Miss. and Mr. on hostile terms. absorbed in her meditations. would you?¶ µYou are leagued with the rest. Earnshaw is worse and worse since he came. when he goes to t¶ Grange? This is t¶ way on ¶t:²up at sun-down: dice. he tells Dame Catherine how her fathur¶s goold runs into his pocket. or a book. and yet I can¶t contradict her. Linton spoke strongly. nor noan on ¶em. and Hindley has been borrowing money on his land. ¶at ¶s soa up o¶ going tuh t¶ grand ¶sizes. and yield the argument to your saucy insolence.

bent the strength of her small fingers to loosen the firm clutch of Catherine.¶ µI think you belie her.¶ µI¶d wrench them off her fingers. brutally. moreover. and she could not remove the whole together. for instance. Cathy? You were not speaking the truth. But don¶t notice it further: I wished . Linton. Can¶t you fancy the conclusions he¶ll draw? Look. setting her free. you sha¶n¶t run off. and I was fairly beaten in protestations of devotion and admiration: and. why don¶t you evince satisfaction at my pleasant news? Isabella swears that the love Edgar has for me is nothing to that she entertains for you. and hide your vixen face! How foolish to reveal those talons to him.¶ As the guest answered nothing. it¶s not Nelly. she began to make use of her nails. even in joke! Mr. µBut what did you mean by teasing the creature in that manner. and raving about you this morning. µWe were quarrelling like cats about you. and send my image into eternal oblivion!¶ µCatherine!¶ said Isabella. I was informed that if I would but have the manners to stand aside. and looked thoroughly indifferent what sentiments she cherished concerning him. who had risen indignantly. and perceiving that as fast as she raised one finger off her arm another closed down. and their sharpness presently ornamented the detainer¶s with crescents of red. because I represented your failings in a plain light. for God¶s sake.¶ he answered. as one might do at a strange repulsive animal: a centipede from the Indies. when the door had closed after her. but took his seat. at any rate!¶ And he stared hard at the object of discourse. The poor thing couldn¶t bear that.¶ said Heathcliff. the confounded girl.than myself. and disdaining to struggle from the tight grasp that held her. You shall stay: now then! Heathcliff. µBegone. don¶t look at her! My poor little sister-in-law is breaking her heart by mere contemplation of your physical and moral beauty. were you?¶ µI assure you I was.¶ she continued. twisting his chair to face them. from sorrow and rage that I despatched her out of your society under the idea of its being unacceptable. Isabella. Ellen? And she has fasted ever since the day before yesterday¶s walk. It lies in your own power to be Edgar¶s brother! No. µI won¶t be named a dog in the manger again. she turned and whispered an earnest appeal for liberty to her tormentor. and what amuses her is painful to me beyond expression. arresting. µShe wishes to be out of my society now. would shoot a shaft into your soul that would fix you for ever. which curiosity leads one to examine in spite of the aversion it raises. with feigned playfulness. Linton in answer. µShe has been dying for your sake several weeks. calling up her dignity. no. while tears beaded her lashes. µBy no means!¶ cried Mrs. be kind enough to bid this friend of yours release me: she forgets that you and I are not intimate acquaintances. Heathcliff! they are instruments that will do execution²you must beware of your eyes. my rival. µThere¶s a tigress!¶ exclaimed Mrs. µI¶d thank you to adhere to the truth and not slander me. she grew white and red in rapid succession. did she not. for the purpose of mitigating her adoration.¶ she returned. as she will have herself to be. if they ever menaced me. and pouring forth a deluge of abuse. I¶m sure she made some speech of the kind. Nay. and. I expect you to feel flattered. and shaking her hand with pain. Heathcliff. Heathcliff.

Linton had occasion to be absent from the apartment. You¶d hear of odd things if I lived alone with that mawkish. and turning the blue eyes black.¶ returned his companion. G. CHAPTER XI Sometimes. for he was kind. waxen face: the most ordinary would be painting on its white the colours of the rainbow. I saw him smile to himself²grin rather²and lapse into ominous musing whenever Mrs. and. and. It was about the period that my narrative has reached: a bright frosty afternoon. waiting his time to spring and destroy. and then I¶ve recollected his confirmed bad habits. please heaven! Abstract your mind from the subject at present: you are too prone to covet your neighbour¶s goods. It serves as a guide-post to the Grange. after a brief silence. have flinched from re-entering the dismal house. to my master also. µexcept in a very ghoulish fashion. His visits were a continual nightmare to me. hopeless of benefiting him. is she not?¶ he asked.¶ µDelectably!¶ observed Catherine. The other. I wanted something to happen which might have the effect of freeing both Wuthering Heights and the Grange of Mr. every day or two: they detestably resemble Linton¶s. µHalf a dozen nephews shall erase her title. My heart invariably cleaved to the master¶s. as you advise.¶ From their tongues they did dismiss it. doubting if I could bear to be taken at my word. while meditating on these things in solitude. probably. and honourable. T. and an evil beast prowled between it and the fold. my dear Heathcliff. I suspected. recalled it often in the course of the evening. to let you absolutely seize and devour her up. in short. with the letters W. I determined to watch his movements. I¶ve persuaded my conscience that it was a duty to warn him how people talked regarding his ways. and put on my bonnet to go see how all was at the farm. from her thoughts.. and. on the east. and she²she could not be called opposite. I felt that God had forsaken the stray sheep there to its own wicked wanderings. she is scarcely mad. and village. a rough sand-pillar. remember this neighbour¶s goods are mine. I felt certain. I came to a stone where the highway branches off on to the moor at your left hand. on a journey to Gimmerton. and trustful. µI should be sorry to think so. µThey are dove¶s eyes²angel¶s!¶ µShe¶s her brother¶s heir. and Catherine. I¶ve got up in a sudden terror. I like her too well. and still less sympathy for her feelings. G.¶ said he. they would be none the less that. yet she seemed to allow herself such wide latitude. One time I passed the old gate.¶ µIf they were mine. leaving us as we had been prior to his advent. the ground bare. Heathcliff quietly.to punish her sauciness. that I had little faith in her principles. H. and on the southwest. that¶s all. and the road hard and dry. we¶ll dismiss the matter.¶ µAnd I like her too ill to attempt it. cut on its north side. His abode at the Heights was an oppression past explaining. µbut though Isabella Linton may be silly. going out of my way. The sun shone . in preference to Catherine¶s side: with reason I imagined.¶ said Heathcliff. the Heights.

were delivered with practised emphasis.¶ He retreated out of arm¶s length. Daddy cannot bide me. The apparition had outstripped me: it stood looking through the gate. Fit to cry. You may be certain this grieved more than angered me. thy nurse. Superstition urged me to comply with this impulse: supposing he should be dead! I thought²or should die soon!²supposing it were a sign of death! The nearer I got to the house the more agitated I grew. µThe curate?¶ µDamn the curate. µNaught. Hindley and I held it a favourite spot twenty years before. µAy²nay. µI am come to see thy father. µTell us where you got your lessons. and his little hand scooping out the earth with a piece of slate. I started: my bodily eye was cheated into a momentary belief that the child lifted its face and stared straight into mine! It vanished in a twinkling. Further reflection suggested this must be Hareton. That was my first idea on observing an elflocked. and distorted his baby features into a shocking expression of malignity. He raised his missile to hurl it. but could not stay his hand: the stone struck my bonnet. µWho¶s your master?¶ µDevil daddy. and you shall have it. my bairn?¶ I inquired. stooping down. square head bent forward. reminding me of summer. µWho has taught you those fine words. and on catching sight of it I trembled in every limb. He hesitated. guessing from the action that Nelly. as if he fancied I only intended to tempt and disappoint him. µPoor Hindley!¶ I exclaimed. brown-eyed boy setting his ruddy countenance against the bars. it appeared that I beheld my early playmate seated on the withered turf: his dark. and I cannot say why. and picked up a large flint. and. forgetting instantaneously my foolish fears. I gazed long at the weather-worn block. darling!¶ I cried.¶ he drawled. He jumped at the fruit. I took an orange from my pocket. I showed another. but all at once a gush of child¶s sensations flowed into my heart. a string of curses. I raised it higher. and then snatched it from my hold. whether he comprehended them or not. Hareton. which we were fond of storing there with more perishable things. ten months since.¶ said I. . µHareton. and offered it to propitiate him. from the stammering lips of the little fellow. involuntarily. as fresh as reality. and thee! Gie me that.¶ µAh! and the devil teaches you to swear at daddy?¶ I observed.¶ was his answer. but immediately I felt an irresistible yearning to be at the Heights. perceived a hole near the bottom still full of snail-shells and pebbles.yellow on its grey head. was not recognised as one with me. not altered greatly since I left him. µAnd what do you learn from daddy?¶ I continued. it¶s Nelly! Nelly.¶ said he. my Hareton. I commenced a soothing speech. and. if she lived in his memory at all. µGod bless thee. because I swear at him.¶ I added. keeping it out of his reach. µWhat does he teach you?¶ I asked. and then ensued.¶ he replied. µbut to keep out of his gait. which.

and supposing himself unseen. and a minute after. Heathcliff. Ah. as soon as he beheld her. µJudas! Traitor!¶ I ejaculated. I could only gather the sentences²µI known¶t: he pays dad back what he gies to me²he curses daddy for cursing me.¶ µI asked if he liked Mr. then?¶ µHeathcliff. making no halt till I gained the guide-post. Linton¶s pleasure. and bade him tell his father that a woman called Nelly Dean was waiting to speak with him. and doing my utmost to cheek the spread of such bad influence at the Grange: even though I should wake a domestic storm. but she had likewise dropped her fretful complaining. to prevent it. He then stepped across the pavement to her. and desirous of getting away. and run into the garden. and threatened to order me out of the kitchen. There was another rapid glance at the house. Now. but. but I drew out of sight. I was told the curate should have his²teeth dashed down his²throat. and said something: she seemed embarrassed. Linton saw Isabella tear herself free.µWho. . She had never spoken a word to her sister-in-law for three days. and feeling as scared as if I had raised a goblin. Desiring to have his reasons for liking him. She averted her face: he apparently put some question which she had no mind to answer. and we found it a great comfort. warmly: µthe sneaking rascal yonder. he laid his hand on her arm. Heathcliff appeared on the door-stones. if he stepped over the threshold²Heathcliff had promised that!¶ I put the orange in his hand. he has caught a glimpse of us²he is coming in! I wonder will he have the heart to find a plausible excuse for making love to Miss. µYou are a hypocrite. are you? A deliberate deceiver. the scoundrel had the impudence to embrace her. but Catherine angrily insisted on silence. µNo. µYour worthless friend!¶ I answered. then?¶ I pursued. when he told you he hated her?¶ Mrs. I knew. He went up the walk. I was standing by the kitchen-window. and entered the house.¶ µAy!¶ he answered again. I couldn¶t withhold giving some loose to my indignation. This is not much connected with Miss Isabella¶s affair: except that it urged me to resolve further on mounting vigilant guard. his first precaution was to take a sweeping survey of the house-front. too. by thwarting Mrs. Heathcliff opened the door. by the garden gate.¶ µAnd the curate does not teach you to read and write. if I dared to be so presumptuous as to put in my insolent tongue. Heathcliff had not the habit of bestowing a single unnecessary civility on Miss Linton. instead of Hindley. The next time Heathcliff came my young lady chanced to be feeding some pigeons in the court. and I turned directly and ran down the road as hard as ever I could race. He says I mun do as I will.¶ µWho is. Nelly?¶ said Catherine¶s voice at my elbow: I had been over-intent on watching the pair outside to mark her entrance.

I begin to be secure and tranquil. Your bliss lies. like his.¶ said Heathcliff: µI could do as well without his approbation.µTo hear you. and deceive his sister: you¶ll hit on exactly the most efficient method of revenging yourself on me. Heathcliff. what are you about. flushed and gloomy. while we are at it. I am not your husband: you needn¶t be jealous of me!¶ µI¶m not jealous of you. thank you for telling me your sister-inlaw¶s secret: I swear I¶ll make the most of it. in inflicting misery. I want you to be aware that I know you have treated me infernally²infernally! Do you hear? And if you flatter yourself that I don¶t perceive it. Edgar is restored from the ill-temper he gave way to at your coming. only allow me to amuse myself a little in the same style. don¶t erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home. if she chooses.¶ returned my lady. and you. He stood on the . decisively.¶ µAnd would Mr. µThat¶s not the plan. Linton should approve. µWell. µYou want setting down in your right place! Heathcliff. they crush those beneath them. You are welcome to torture me to death for your amusement.¶ replied Heathcliff. Linton sat down by the fire. you are a fool. But do you like her? Tell the truth. Having levelled my palace. You prove it. I won¶t repeat my offer of a wife: it is as bad as offering Satan a lost soul. Heathcliff! There. I¶d cut my throat!¶ µOh. I¶ll convince you of the contrary. if you please. raising this stir? I said you must let Isabella alone!²I beg you will. and wish Linton to draw the bolts against you!¶ µGod forbid that he should try!¶ answered the black villain. Linton. And stand you aside!¶ µWhat new phase of his character is this?¶ exclaimed Mrs. ungrateful brute? How have I treated you infernally?¶ µI seek no revenge on you. and if you think I can be consoled by sweet words. Catherine.¶ The conversation ceased. µI have a right to kiss her. and you have no right to object. less vehemently. The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don¶t turn against him. Mrs. unless you are tired of being received here. shutting the inner door! µDon¶t vex me. in a very little while! Meantime. µMr. I detested him just then. And as to you. in amazement.¶ replied the mistress. µI¶ve treated you infernally²and you¶ll take your revenge! How will you take it. µGod keep him meek and patient! Every day I grow madder after sending him to heaven!¶ µHush!¶ said Catherine. The spirit which served her was growing intractable: she could neither lay nor control it. I¶m certain you don¶t. is it?¶ cried Catherine. you shall marry her. appear resolved on exciting a quarrel. you won¶t answer. Quarrel with Edgar. people might think you were the mistress!¶ she cried. the evil is that I am not jealous. µI¶m jealous for you. I have a mind to speak a few words now. µHe might spare himself the trouble. restless to know us at peace. Why have you disregarded my request? Did she come across you on purpose?¶ µWhat is it to you?¶ he growled. If I imagined you really wished me to marry Isabel. you are an idiot: and if you fancy I¶ll suffer unrevenged. and refrain from insult as much as you are able. Linton approve of his sister marrying that man?¶ I inquired. Clear your face: you sha¶n¶t scowl at me! If you like Isabella.

Heathcliff had moved to the window. brooding on his evil thoughts.¶ He descended. sir. and give notice now that I require your instant departure. after the language which has been held to you by that blackguard? I suppose. Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous: for that cause. Heathcliff measured the height and breadth of the speaker with an eye full of derision. imagine I can get used to it too!¶ µHave you been listening at the door. it seemed. and. and. Ellen. Catherine shall linger no longer to argue with the low ruffian²I have humoured her enough. µIt is disgraceful that she should own him for a friend. and Catherine wishing to keep up your acquaintance. she¶s in the kitchen. the whole subsequent dispute.¶ he said quietly. µIt is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles. µHow is this?¶ said Linton. which she obeyed. who had raised his eyes at the former speech. when I entered. There¶s harm in being too soft. indeed. Three minutes¶ delay will render it involuntary and ignominious. in a tone particularly calculated to provoke her husband. because it is his ordinary talk you think nothing of it: you are habituated to his baseness. went. µhave you seen your mistress?¶ µYes. on purpose. Linton. Linton¶s attention to him.¶ said he. I do think it¶s time to arrange his visits on another footing. on discovering the reason of his intimation. by assuming the defensive for her guest. but Mrs. µThis is insufferable!¶ he exclaimed. µEllen. followed by me. µnot that I was ignorant of your miserable. . abruptly. and force his company on me! Call me two men out of the hall. I fancied it could not be very prejudicial to Mrs. addressing her. implying both carelessness and contempt of his irritation. By God! Mr. I acquiesced²foolishly. degraded character. He succeeded. but I felt you were only partly responsible for that. and made a hasty motion that she should be silent. but Edgar did not mean to entertain him with any high flights of passion. and to prevent worse consequences.hearth with folded arms.¶ And I related the scene in the court. µwhat notion of propriety must you have to remain here. as near as I dared. µCathy. I shall deny you hereafter admission into this house. Heathcliff. Heathcliff¶s behaviour: and. Linton. who was wondering what kept Catherine below so long. µShe¶s sadly put out by Mr. gave a sneering laugh at the latter. was scolding with renewed vigour. Linton. suspecting something.¶ I answered. I¶m mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down!¶ My master glanced towards the passage. perhaps. sir. to the kitchen. and in this position I left them to seek the master. µI¶ve been so far forbearing with you. He saw the master first. and hung his head. this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!¶ he said. His first words revealed that he did not clear his wife of blame. somewhat cowed by her violent rating apparently. and signed me to fetch the men: he had no intention of hazarding a personal encounter. Edgar Linton had difficulty in hearing me to the close. and now it¶s come to this². to draw Mr. Its occupants had recommenced their angry discussion: Mrs. I obeyed the hint. at least. unless she made it so afterwards. Linton. Edgar?¶ asked the mistress. and bidding the servants wait in the passage.

¶ cried Catherine. It will correct you of feigning more valour than you possess. for daring to think an evil thought of me!¶ It did not need the medium of a flogging to produce that effect on the master. and master will. µThere! you¶ve done with coming here. µOh. and struck him full on the throat a blow that would have levelled a slighter man. And that is the slavering. so. as you value his existence. framing a bit of a lie. It took his breath for a minute. resolved to avoid a struggle against three underlings: he seized the poker. Linton walked out by the back door into the yard.¶ The gardeners and coachman were there: but Linton was with them. µWe are vanquished! we are vanquished! Heathcliff would as soon lift a finger at you as the king would march his army against a colony of mice. now. µFair means!¶ she said. stupid to absurdity! Edgar. be watching from the parlour-windows to see that they fulfil his orders. or allow yourself to be beaten. and locked it. slammed the door to.¶ µDo you suppose I¶m going with that blow burning in my gullet?¶ he thundered. I earn for thanks two samples of blind ingratitude. and while he choked. it¶s a sucking leveret. Cathy!¶ said her friend. no! I¶ll crush his ribs in like a rotten hazel-nut before I cross the threshold! If I don¶t floor him now. and covered his face. shivering thing you preferred to me! I would not strike him with my fist. in answer to her husband¶s look of angry surprise. If he did overhear us. µI compliment you on your taste. heavens! In old days this would win you knighthood!¶ exclaimed Mrs. on the second thoughts. she pulled me back. He tried to wrest the key from Catherine¶s grasp. and I wish Heathcliff may flog you sick. Heathcliff! But go²make haste! I¶d rather see Edgar at bay than you. make an apology. whereupon Mr. They had already entered the court. or is he going to faint for fear?¶ The fellow approached and gave the chair on which Linton rested a push. smashed the lock from the inner door. . µBy hell. For his life he could not avert that excess of emotion: mingled anguish and humiliation overcame him completely. Edgar was taken with a nervous trembling. µIf you have not courage to attack him. very likely. µThere¶s the coachman and the two gardeners. I was defending you and yours. and when I attempted to call them. and made his escape as they tramped in. let me get at him!¶ µHe is not coming. you¶ll surely not wait to be thrust into the road by them! Each has a bludgeon. and experience considerable satisfaction. Mr. and the other¶s bad one. Heathcliff.¶ I interposed. Cheer up! you sha¶n¶t be hurt! Your type is not a lamb. He¶d better have kept his distance: my master quickly sprang erect. and for safety she flung it into the hottest part of the fire. he¶ll return with a brace of pistols and half-a-dozen assistants.followed. Linton. No. I¶ll swallow the key before you shall get it! I¶m delightfully rewarded for my kindness to each! After constant indulgence of one¶s weak nature.¶ µI wish you joy of the milk-blooded coward. and his countenance grew deadly pale. µGet away. I shall murder him some time. but I¶d kick him with my foot. You¶ve played me an ill turn. of course he¶d never forgive you. Is he weeping. and from thence to the front entrance. He leant on the back of a chair.

if you see him again to-night. and the sight of such chillness makes them dance. but with much sorrowful despondency. beforehand. without any anger in his voice. for mercy¶s sake. when I am pushed to extremity! But it¶s a deed to be reserved for a forlorn hope. Therefore I said nothing when I met the master coming towards the parlour. especially as I felt that. after this evening¶s events. you must represent the peril of quitting that policy. Really. he might come and begin a string of abuse or complainings. I wish it may prove true. Catherine. he would never have been the worse for it. rather exasperating: for they were delivered in perfect sincerity. my good Nelly? You are aware that I am no way blamable in this matter. and I did not wish to µfrighten¶ her husband. and I absolutely require to know which you choose. µYou must answer it. say to Edgar. this uproar is owing to her. I have found that you can be as stoical as anyone. by the fool¶s craving to hear evil of self. To this point he has been discreet in dreading to provoke me. and look rather more anxious about me. you intend to continue your intimacy with²¶ µOh. Now all is dashed wrong. µI demand it! Don¶t you see I can scarcely stand? Edgar. stamping her foot. let us hear no more of it now! Your cold blood cannot be worked into a fever: your veins are full of icewater. µA thousand smiths¶ hammers are beating in my head! Tell Isabella to shun me. I wish you could dismiss that apathy out of that countenance. that I¶m in danger of being seriously ill. if I cannot keep Heathcliff for my friend²if Edgar will be mean and jealous. Besides. µI shall not stay. by exerting her will.Mrs. I shall get wild. bade me accompany her up-stairs. and the rest meant nothing. He has startled and distressed me shockingly! I want to frighten him. and multiply his annoyances for the purpose of serving her selfishness.¶ The stolidity with which I received these instructions was. What possessed him to turn listener? Heathcliff¶s talk was outrageous. She did not know my share in contributing to the disturbance. µI¶m nearly distracted.¶ persevered Mr. I did not care hardly what they did to each other. who was very much excited. on frenzy. but I believed a person who could plan the turning of her fits of passion to account.¶ µI require to be let alone?¶ exclaimed Catherine.¶ µTo get rid of me. And. no doubt. when he opened on me in that unreasonable tone of displeasure after I had scolded Heathcliff till I was hoarse for him. I¶d not take Linton by surprise with it. might. He began to speak first. Nelly!¶ she exclaimed. Will you give up Heathcliff hereafter. that haunts some people like a demon! Had Edgar never gathered our conversation.¶ interrupted the mistress. you²you leave me!¶ . but I took the liberty of turning back to listen whether they would resume their quarrel together. manage to control herself tolerably. µfor mercy¶s sake. I am neither come to wrangle nor be reconciled. That will be a prompt way of finishing all.¶ he said. even while under their influence. and I was anxious to keep her in ignorance. and God knows where we should end! Will you do so. and remind him of my passionate temper. and that violence does not alarm me. and should she or any one else aggravate my anger at present. but I could soon have diverted him from Isabella. when you please. Linton. I¶ll try to break their hearts by breaking my own. or will you give up me? It is impossible for you to be my friend and his at the same time. as she said. answer my question. after you left us. Nelly. we should all be driven asunder for nobody knows how long! Well. furiously. however the scene closed. µRemain where you are. throwing herself on the sofa. but I wish just to learn whether. I¶m certain I should recriminate. Linton. verging. but mine are boiling. when kindled.

and a basin of gruel. unbarred her door. µThere is nothing in the world the matter. for she started up²her hair flying over her shoulders. µShe has blood on her lips!¶ he said. In a few seconds she stretched herself out stiff. a solemn warning. And I told him how she had resolved. Mrs. That I set down as a speech meant for Edgar¶s ears. tartly. I brought a glass full. convinced that the Grange had but one sensible soul in its walls. and then rushed from the room. shuddering. that at every meal Edgar was ready to choke for her absence. and did not inquire concerning his wife¶s occupations. for she believed she was dying. The master directed me to follow. however. at least. would come of her own accord to ask pardon. at once blanched and livid. during which he tried to elicit from her some sentiment of proper horror for Heathcliff¶s advances: but he could make nothing of her evasive replies. and pride alone held him from running to cast himself at her feet. that if she were so insane as to encourage that worthless suitor. such senseless. who yearned to hear his lady¶s name. nor any expostulations on my mistress. since he might not hear her voice. Linton stood looking at her in sudden compunction and fear. while her cheeks. and again on the morrow after. and was obliged to close the examination unsatisfactorily. though I could not help being afraid in my heart. I made up my mind for broken bones. and grinding her teeth. on exhibiting a fit of frenzy. on his part. so I kept it to myself and . Linton looked terrified. I determined they should come about as they pleased for me. and she heard me. I guessed. with a continual vague expectation that Catherine. wicked rages! There she lay dashing her head against the arm of the sofa. Mr. always silent. She had no breath for speaking. and received the same answer.She rang the bell till it broke with a twang. on the third day. the muscles of her neck and arms standing out preternaturally. peremptorily. I did not want him to yield. I went about my household duties. I entered leisurely. adding. under the idea. but she only glared about her for an instant. desired a renewed supply. to her chamber-door: she hindered me from going further by securing it against me. I incautiously gave the account aloud. and having finished the water in her pitcher and decanter. and seek a reconciliation²and she fasted pertinaciously. it would dissolve all bonds of relationship between herself and him. As she never offered to descend to breakfast next morning. I wasted no condolences on Miss. I began to rejoice at length in a faint dawn of its progress: as I thought at first. and as she would not drink. probably. Linton. and that lodged in my body. Isabella and he had had an hour¶s interview. µNever mind!¶ I answered. He told me to fetch some water. It was enough to try the temper of a saint. I believed no such thing. and almost always in tears. previous to his coming. and though it was a tiresomely slow process. Linton. her eyes flashing. The same question was repeated at dinner and tea. and turned up her eyes.¶ I whispered. µNo!¶ she replied. and her brother shut himself up among books that he never opened²wearying. I sprinkled it on her face. repenting her conduct. CHAPTER XII While Miss Linton moped about the park and garden. so that you might fancy she would crash them to splinters! Mr. nor did I pay much attention to the sighs of my master. I did. I went to ask whether she would have some carried up. assumed the aspect of death. spent his time in the library.

¶ she exclaimed. And Edgar standing solemnly by to see it over. µI¶d kill myself directly! These three awful nights I¶ve never closed my lids²and oh.¶ µIf I were only sure it would kill him.¶ Then a good while after I heard her murmur. µHas he fallen into a lethargy. She ate and drank eagerly. How dreary to meet death. staring at her reflection in a mirror hanging against the opposite wall.¶ she interrupted. when I am dying?¶ She could not bear the notion which I had put into her head of Mr. I¶m positive. the wind blew strong from the north-east. Is he actually so utterly indifferent for my life?¶ µWhy. confounded. µsince no one cares anything about me. in spite of her ghastly countenance and strange. began to alarm me terribly. since he has no other society.brought her some tea and dry toast. µIs that Catherine Linton? He imagines me in a pet²in play. if it be not too late. I think. terrified and repelled.¶ µYou think not? Cannot you tell him I will?¶ she returned. Linton. and tore the pillow with her teeth. Mrs. the people here. How strange! I thought. though everybody hated and despised each other. though his studies occupy him rather more than they ought: he is continually among his books. Tossing about. I¶ll not die²he¶d be glad²he does not love me at all²he would never miss me!¶ µDid you want anything. Both the expressions flitting over her face.¶ I answered. µAnd I dying! I on the brink of the grave! My God! does he know how I¶m altered?¶ continued she. µthat you have eaten some food with a relish this evening. Are you speaking the truth about him now? Take care. perhaps. And they have all turned to enemies in a few hours: they have. as soon as I learn how he feels. and going back to his books! What in the name of all that feels has he to do with books. and of course he does not fear that you will let yourself die of hunger.¶ I should not have spoken so if I had known her true condition. it would be so dreadful to watch Catherine go. Linton. µAmong his books!¶ she cried. pushing the thick entangled locks from her wasted face. He¶s tolerably well. they could not avoid loving me. and I objected. Nelly! But I begin to fancy you don¶t like me. then offering prayers of thanks to God for restoring peace to his house. you forget. µWhat is that apathetic being doing?¶ she demanded. . I¶ll choose between these two: either to starve at once²that would be no punishment unless he had a heart²or to recover.¶ replied I. exaggerated manner. or is he dead?¶ µNeither. ma¶am?¶ I inquired. I wish I had not taken that. and the changes of her moods. desired that I would open the window. she increased her feverish bewilderment to madness.¶ I suggested. surrounded by their cold faces! Isabella. and sank back on her pillow again. still preserving my external composure. µPersuade him! speak of your own mind: say you are certain I will!¶ µNo. and to-morrow you will perceive its good effects. afraid to enter the room. clenching her hands and groaning. but I could not get rid of the notion that she acted a part of her disorder. µthe master has no idea of your being deranged. µNo. and leave the country. We were in the middle of winter. µif you mean Mr. I will die. ma¶am. then raising herself up all burning. Linton¶s philosophical resignation. I¶ve been tormented! I¶ve been haunted. µOh. Cannot you inform him that it is frightful earnest? Nelly.

And here is a moor-cock¶s. µI see in you. and this is a pigeon¶s. It wanted to get to its nest. µan aged woman: you have grey hair and bent shoulders. or else I should believe you really were that withered hag. here are more! Did he shoot my lapwings. µand this is a wild duck¶s. Heathcliff set a trap over it. µLie down and shut your eyes: you¶re wandering. µand the clock is striking twelve! It¶s true. and looping up the curtain that I might watch her. And say what I could. dragging the pillow away. I¶m not wandering: you¶re mistaken. wheeling over our heads in the middle of the moor. and this²I should know it among a thousand²it¶s a lapwing¶s. resuming my seat. and there are two candles on the table making the black press shine like jet. There¶s a mess! The down is flying about like snow. and I¶m conscious it¶s night. she seemed to find childish diversion in pulling the feathers from the rents she had just made. µIt¶s behind there still!¶ she pursued. supported on one arm. for the clouds had touched the swells. and never was. I made him promise he¶d never shoot a lapwing after that. This feather was picked up from the heath. full of little skeletons. so I rose and covered it with a shawl. Linton: you knew it a while since. as it always is. µIt does appear odd²I see a face in it!¶ µThere¶s no press in the room. any of them? Let me look. Who is it? I hope it will not come out when you are gone! Oh! Nelly. and not noticing my refusal to obey her. and ranging them on the sheet according to their different species: her mind had strayed to other associations. and the old ones dared not come. and you are gathering elf-bolts to hurt our heifers. Ah. gazing earnestly at the mirror. µDon¶t you see that face?¶ she inquired. and she would keep straining her gaze towards the glass. Nelly? Are they red. anxiously. and bid her be composed. pretending. µThere¶s nobody here!¶ I insisted. I was incapable of making her comprehend it to be her own. now. µAnd it stirred. they put pigeons¶ feathers in the pillows²no wonder I couldn¶t die! Let me take care to throw it on the floor when I lie down. That¶s what you¶ll come to fifty years hence: I know you are not so now. for a succession of shudders convulsed her frame. for she was removing its contents by handfuls. µThat¶s a turkey¶s. Yes. then! that¶s dreadful!¶ . Mrs. the room is haunted! I¶m afraid of being alone!¶ I took her hand in mine.¶ µMyself!¶ she gasped. A minute previously she was violent. that they are only locks of wool. and I should think I was under Penistone Crags.¶ said I.¶ she replied. and he didn¶t. Bonny bird. µIt was yourself. and the doctor¶s injunction that she should not be crossed. and it felt rain coming.¶ she murmured to herself. Nelly.¶ I went here and there collecting it. µYou are talking in your sleep!¶ µIt¶s against the wall.¶ µGive over with that baby-work!¶ I interrupted. the bird was not shot: we saw its nest in the winter. This bed is the fairy cave under Penistone crags. while I am near.¶ µThe black press? where is that?¶ I asked.and brought to my recollection her former illness.¶ she continued dreamily. and turning the holes towards the mattress.

I was a child. my father was just buried. its paleness gave place to a glow of shame. µand this is Thursday night. I pondered. wringing her hands. but stay with me. and then memory burst in: my late anguish was swallowed in a paroxysm of despair. µI thought I was lying in my chamber at Wuthering Heights. just waking. µIt was Monday evening. I remember being in the parlour after they had quarrelled. She lay still now. µAnd that wind sounding in the firs by the lattice. or rather Friday morning. I dread sleeping: my dreams appal me. what is the matter?¶ cried I. and. but the horror gradually passed from her countenance. her face bathed in tears. that I was enclosed in the oak-panelled bed at home. Nelly. Don¶t say anything. I closed it. I¶ll tell you what I thought. and returned to my post. dear! I thought I was at home. As soon as ever I had barred the door. Exhaustion of body had entirely subdued her spirit: our fiery Catherine was no better than a wailing child. for the first time. and worried myself to discover what it could be. or going raging mad.¶ Trembling and bewildered. rousing from a dismal doze after a night of weeping. Linton. perhaps: it barely left me sense to try to escape from him and his voice. and me running into this room desperate.Her fingers clutched the clothes. µWell. µWhy. with my head against that table leg. and my misery arose from the separation that Hindley had ordered between me and Heathcliff. and you see yourself in it. most strangely. I thought as I lay there. but I was summoned back by a piercing shriek² the shawl had dropped from the frame. and. I could not recollect. µHow long is it since I shut myself in here?¶ she asked. and I screamed unconsciously. my brain got confused. if I were but in my own bed in the old house!¶ she went on bitterly. I attempted to steal to the door with an intention of calling her husband. and there am I too by your side. and. I was laid alone. suddenly reviving. I lifted my hand to push the panels aside: it struck the table-top! I swept it along the carpet. and he did not guess my agony.¶ µA sound sleep would do you good. she held me fast. and what has kept recurring and recurring till I feared for my reason. and I fell on the floor. µOnly that brief time?¶ µLong enough to live on nothing but cold water and ill-temper.¶ observed I.¶ I answered: µand I hope this suffering will prevent your trying starving again. and my heart ached with some great grief which. µWho is coward now? Wake up! That is the glass²the mirror. utter blackness overwhelmed me. ma¶am.¶ I replied. if he persisted in teasing me! I had no command of tongue. Before I recovered sufficiently to see and hear.¶ µOh.¶ she sighed. it seems a weary number of hours. and gathered them over her eyes. it began to be dawn. at present.¶ she muttered doubtfully: µit must be more. or brain. and Edgar being cruelly provoking. the whole last seven years of my life grew a blank! I did not recall that they had been at all. µOh.¶ µWhat! of the same week?¶ she exclaimed. I couldn¶t explain to Edgar how certain I felt of having a fit. Do let me feel it²it comes straight down the moor²do let me have one breath!¶ To pacify her I held the casement ajar a few seconds. A cold blast rushed through. and my eyes dimly discerning the grey square of the window. I cannot say why I . Mrs. Because I¶m weak.

µOh. supposing at twelve years old I had been wrenched from the Heights. µHe¶s considering²he¶d rather I¶d come to him! Find a way. Joseph sits up late. Linton entered. µHowever. but I won¶t rest till you are with me. will you venture? If you do. in passing through the lobby. and resumed with a strange smile. and the wife of a stranger: an exile. I heard the rattle of the door-handle. had noticed our talking and been attracted by curiosity. to examine what it signified. as Heathcliff was at that time. I was planning how I could reach something to wrap about her. for there is scarcely cause.¶ I answered. thenceforth. Forget your anger. and dared each other to stand among the graves and ask them to come. I entreated. µLook!¶ she cried eagerly. I¶ll not lie there by myself: they may bury me twelve feet deep. and been converted at a stroke into Mrs. from what had been my world. I never will!¶ She paused. you mean. or fear.¶ she said. There was no moon. and finally attempted to force her to retire. indeed you should. and Mr. You may fancy a glimpse of the abyss where I grovelled! Shake your head as you will. and everything beneath lay in misty darkness: not a light gleamed from any house. come and persuade her to go to bed. for she¶s hard to guide any way but her own. threw it back. µthat¶s my room with the candle in it. sullenly. and she quite masters me: I cannot manage her at all. careless of the frosty air that cut about her shoulders as keen as a knife. to my consternation. and throw the church down over me. I¶ll open it myself. sir!¶ I cried. you have helped to unsettle me! You should have spoken to Edgar. I became convinced by her subsequent actions and ravings). then! not through that kirkyard. she crossed the room. I¶m burning! I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again. and the bleak atmosphere of the chamber.felt so wildly wretched: it must have been temporary derangement. half savage and hardy. and laughing at injuries. and bent out. and the trees swaying before it. Open the window again wide: fasten it open! Quick. when. and my all in all. and. walking very uncertainly. I¶ll keep you. and the other candle is in Joseph¶s garret. not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I¶m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills. He had only then come from the library. µMy poor mistress is ill. at that late hour. But. µYou won¶t give me a chance of life. without quitting my hold of herself (for I could not trust her alone by the gaping lattice). doesn¶t he? He¶s waiting till I come home that he may lock the gate.¶ . It¶s a rough journey. why don¶t you move?¶ µBecause I won¶t give you your death of cold. and every early association. But. pray. you always followed me!¶ Perceiving it vain to argue against her insanity. checking the exclamation risen to his lips at the sight which met him. Linton. I¶m not helpless yet. far or near all had been extinguished long ago: and those at Wuthering Heights were never visible²still she asserted she caught their shining. and a sad heart to travel it. and compelled him to leave me quiet! Oh. and free. But I soon found her delirious strength much surpassed mine (she was delirious. You are slow! Be content. and outcast. Heathcliff. the lady of Thrushcross Grange. he¶ll wait a while yet. and we must pass by Gimmerton Kirk to go that journey! We¶ve braved its ghosts often together.¶ And sliding from the bed before I could hinder her. Nelly. if I dare you now. Well.

we must be cautious how we vex her. with a head-stone. and proper attendance. I don¶t want you. and when you are wanted. Hereafter. are you. µIt is nothing.¶ I felt I uttered my explanations awkwardly. µShe has been talking nonsense the whole evening. . what have you done?¶ commenced the master. At first she gave him no glance of recognition: he was invisible to her abstracted gaze.¶ cried I: µbut I didn¶t know that you wished to foster her fierce temper! I didn¶t know that. mind.¶ he replied. but let her have quiet. and never complaining: she would admit none of us till this evening. Ellen! Catherine! why²¶ He was silent. Linton. where I¶m bound before spring is over! There it is: not among the Lintons. never! I suppose we shall have plenty of lamentations now²I see we shall²but they can¶t keep me from my narrow home out yonder: my resting-place. Linton¶s nature to be headstrong and domineering. Ellen Dean. thinking it too bad to be blamed for another¶s wicked waywardness. but it is nothing.¶ µHer mind wanders. Return to your books. Linton¶s appearance smote him speechless. µYou shall account more clearly for keeping me ignorant of this!¶ And he took his wife in his arms. And not to give me one hint of how she has been these three days! It was heartless! Months of sickness could not cause such a change!¶ I began to defend myself. but in the open air. I¶m glad you possess a consolation. sir. µYou knew your mistress¶s nature.µCatherine ill?¶ he said. to humour her. and you encouraged me to harass her. with angry animation. and so we couldn¶t inform you of her state.¶ I interposed. is it. and he could only glance from her to me in horrified astonishment. Edgar: I¶m past wanting you. however. The delirium was not fixed. it will teach me to be careful next time. having weaned her eyes from contemplating the outer darkness. Heathcliff. µAh! you are come. as we were not aware of it ourselves. µAm I nothing to you any more? Do you love that wretch Heath²¶ µHush!¶ cried Mrs. µand eating scarcely anything. for all you had in me is gone. and looked at her with anguish. I should wink at Mr. Edgar Linton?¶ she said. under the chapel-roof. this moment! You mention that name and I end the matter instantly by a spring from the window! What you touch at present you may have. µYou are one of those things that are ever found when least wanted.¶ I continued. µI knew Mrs. and you may please yourself whether you go to them or come to me!¶ µCatherine. Next time you may gather intelligence for yourself!¶ µThe next time you bring a tale to me you shall quit my service. the master frowned. by degrees she centred her attention on him. but my soul will be on that hill-top before you lay hands on me again. The haggardness of Mrs. and discovered who it was that held her. and I have got a faithful servant¶s wages! Well.¶ µI desire no further advice from you. hastening to us. Ellen Dean?¶ he said sternly.¶ answered Mr. and she¶ll rally. µHush. I performed the duty of a faithful servant in telling you. Linton. µShe¶s been fretting here. µShut the window.

¶ said he. and what mischievous person had treated it so. He was a plain rough man. she refused to eat. Afterwards. I saw something white moved irregularly. by touch more than vision. A stout.¶ . µbut you are acquainted with the Earnshaws¶ violent dispositions. I felt no inclination to tarry the event. but there were such a number of things to occupy my reflections that I hardly gave the circumstance a thought: though it was a strange sound. lest ever after I should have the conviction impressed on my imagination that it was a creature of the other world. and that sort of people should not either. How did it begin?¶ µThe master will inform you. and I¶ll make her rue! I¶ll make her howl a recantation!¶ A maniac¶s fury kindled under her brows. she struggled desperately to disengage herself from Linton¶s arms. In passing the garden to reach the road. her wits were alert at applying our conversation. and nearly at its last gasp. at least: for she flew off in the height of it. µI can¶t help fancying there¶s an extra cause for this. passionately. and my account of Catherine Linton¶s malady induced him to accompany me back immediately. knowing those about her. It¶s hard work bringing them through fevers. Linton will be sorry?¶ observed Kenneth. and such things. µAh! Nelly has played traitor. Mr. I quitted the chamber. I suppose. µNelly Dean. I may say this. Miss Isabella¶s springer. then. Mr. That¶s her account. on purpose to poison the mistress against you?¶ Confused as Catherine was. Linton?¶ said I. Fanny. interrogatively. in that place. µSorry? he¶ll break his heart should anything happen!¶ I replied.¶ µMr. µDon¶t alarm him more than necessary. and now she alternately raves and remains in a half dream. unless she were more submissive to his directions than she had shown herself before.µYou¶d rather hear nothing about it. Notwithstanding my hurry. My surprise and perplexity were great on discovering. While untying the knot round the hook.¶ she exclaimed. I had seen it follow its mistress up-stairs when she went to bed. suspended by a handkerchief. µHeathcliff has your permission to come a-courting to Miss. and Mrs. What has there been to do at the Grange? We¶ve odd reports up here. hearty lass like Catherine does not fall ill for a trifle. and he made no scruple to speak his doubts of her surviving this second attack. and to drop in at every opportunity your absence offers.¶ I answered. and wondered much how it could have got out there. Linton caps them all. it seemed to me that I repeatedly caught the beat of horses¶ feet galloping at some distance. but having her mind filled with all sorts of strange ideas and illusions. resolving to seek medical aid on my own responsibility. and locked herself up. and. at a place where a bridle hook is driven into the wall. at two o¶clock in the morning. evidently by another agent than the wind. and lifted it into the garden. I stayed to examine it. I quickly released the animal. Kenneth was fortunately just issuing from his house to see a patient in the village as I came up the street. You witch! So you do seek elf-bolts to hurt us! Let me go. it commenced in a quarrel. She was struck during a tempest of passion with a kind of fit. µNelly is my hidden enemy.

µWell, I told him to beware,¶ said my companion; µand he must bide the consequences of neglecting my warning! Hasn¶t he been intimate with Mr. Heathcliff lately?¶ µHeathcliff frequently visits at the Grange,¶ answered I, µthough more on the strength of the mistress having known him when a boy, than because the master likes his company. At present he¶s discharged from the trouble of calling; owing to some presumptuous aspirations after Miss Linton which he manifested. I hardly think he¶ll be taken in again.¶ µAnd does Miss Linton turn a cold shoulder on him?¶ was the doctor¶s next question. µI¶m not in her confidence,¶ returned I, reluctant to continue the subject. µNo, she¶s a sly one,¶ he remarked, shaking his head. µShe keeps her own counsel! But she¶s a real little fool. I have it from good authority that last night (and a pretty night it was!) she and Heathcliff were walking in the plantation at the back of your house above two hours; and he pressed her not to go in again, but just mount his horse and away with him! My informant said she could only put him off by pledging her word of honour to be prepared on their first meeting after that: when it was to be he didn¶t hear; but you urge Mr. Linton to look sharp!¶ This news filled me with fresh fears; I outstripped Kenneth, and ran most of the way back. The little dog was yelping in the garden yet. I spared a minute to open the gate for it, but instead of going to the house door, it coursed up and down snuffing the grass, and would have escaped to the road, had I not seized it and conveyed it in with me. On ascending to Isabella¶s room, my suspicions were confirmed: it was empty. Had I been a few hours sooner Mrs. Linton¶s illness might have arrested her rash step. But what could be done now? There was a bare possibility of overtaking them if pursued instantly. I could not pursue them, however; and I dared not rouse the family, and fill the place with confusion; still less unfold the business to my master, absorbed as he was in his present calamity, and having no heart to spare for a second grief! I saw nothing for it but to hold my tongue, and suffer matters to take their course; and Kenneth being arrived, I went with a badly composed countenance to announce him. Catherine lay in a troubled sleep: her husband had succeeded in soothing the excess of frenzy; he now hung over her pillow, watching every shade and every change of her painfully expressive features. The doctor, on examining the case for himself, spoke hopefully to him of its having a favourable termination, if we could only preserve around her perfect and constant tranquillity. To me, he signified the threatening danger was not so much death, as permanent alienation of intellect. I did not close my eyes that night, nor did Mr. Linton: indeed, we never went to bed; and the servants were all up long before the usual hour, moving through the house with stealthy tread, and exchanging whispers as they encountered each other in their vocations. Every one was active but Miss Isabella; and they began to remark how sound she slept: her brother, too, asked if she had risen, and seemed impatient for her presence, and hurt that she showed so little anxiety for her sister-in-law. I trembled lest he should send me to call her; but I was spared the pain of being the first proclaimant of her flight. One of the maids, a thoughtless girl, who had been on an early errand to Gimmerton, came panting up-stairs, open-mouthed, and dashed into the chamber, crying: µOh, dear, dear! What mun we have next? Master, master, our young lady²¶ µHold your noise!¶ cried, I hastily, enraged at her clamorous manner. µSpeak lower, Mary²What is the matter?¶ said Mr. Linton. µWhat ails your young lady?¶

µShe¶s gone, she¶s gone! Yon¶ Heathcliff¶s run off wi¶ her!¶ gasped the girl. µThat is not true!¶ exclaimed Linton, rising in agitation. µIt cannot be: how has the idea entered your head? Ellen Dean, go and seek her. It is incredible: it cannot be.¶ As he spoke he took the servant to the door, and then repeated his demand to know her reasons for such an assertion. µWhy, I met on the road a lad that fetches milk here,¶ she stammered, µand he asked whether we weren¶t in trouble at the Grange. I thought he meant for missis¶s sickness, so I answered, yes. Then says he, ³There¶s somebody gone after ¶em, I guess?´ I stared. He saw I knew nought about it, and he told how a gentleman and lady had stopped to have a horse¶s shoe fastened at a blacksmith¶s shop, two miles out of Gimmerton, not very long after midnight! and how the blacksmith¶s lass had got up to spy who they were: she knew them both directly. And she noticed the man²Heathcliff it was, she felt certain: nob¶dy could mistake him, besides²put a sovereign in her father¶s hand for payment. The lady had a cloak about her face; but having desired a sup of water, while she drank it fell back, and she saw her very plain. Heathcliff held both bridles as they rode on, and they set their faces from the village, and went as fast as the rough roads would let them. The lass said nothing to her father, but she told it all over Gimmerton this morning.¶ I ran and peeped, for form¶s sake, into Isabella¶s room; confirming, when I returned, the servant¶s statement. Mr. Linton had resumed his seat by the bed; on my re-entrance, he raised his eyes, read the meaning of my blank aspect, and dropped them without giving an order, or uttering a word. µAre we to try any measures for overtaking and bringing her back,¶ I inquired. µHow should we do?¶ µShe went of her own accord,¶ answered the master; µshe had a right to go if she pleased. Trouble me no more about her. Hereafter she is only my sister in name: not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.¶ And that was all he said on the subject: he did not make single inquiry further, or mention her in any way, except directing me to send what property she had in the house to her fresh home, wherever it was, when I knew it. CHAPTER XIII For two months the fugitives remained absent; in those two months, Mrs. Linton encountered and conquered the worst shock of what was denominated a brain fever. No mother could have nursed an only child more devotedly than Edgar tended her. Day and night he was watching, and patiently enduring all the annoyances that irritable nerves and a shaken reason could inflict; and, though Kenneth remarked that what he saved from the grave would only recompense his care by forming the source of constant future anxiety²in fact, that his health and strength were being sacrificed to preserve a mere ruin of humanity²he knew no limits in gratitude and joy when Catherine¶s life was declared out of danger; and hour after hour he would sit beside her, tracing

the gradual return to bodily health, and flattering his too sanguine hopes with the illusion that her mind would settle back to its right balance also, and she would soon be entirely her former self. The first time she left her chamber was at the commencement of the following March. Mr. Linton had put on her pillow, in the morning, a handful of golden crocuses; her eye, long stranger to any gleam of pleasure, caught them in waking, and shone delighted as she gathered them eagerly together. µThese are the earliest flowers at the Heights,¶ she exclaimed. µThey remind me of soft thaw winds, and warm sunshine, and nearly melted snow. Edgar, is there not a south wind, and is not the snow almost gone?¶ µThe snow is quite gone down here, darling,¶ replied her husband; µand I only see two white spots on the whole range of moors: the sky is blue, and the larks are singing, and the becks and brooks are all brim full. Catherine, last spring at this time, I was longing to have you under this roof; now, I wish you were a mile or two up those hills: the air blows so sweetly, I feel that it would cure you.¶ µI shall never be there but once more,¶ said the invalid; µand then you¶ll leave me, and I shall remain for ever. Next spring you¶ll long again to have me under this roof, and you¶ll look back and think you were happy to-day.¶ Linton lavished on her the kindest caresses, and tried to cheer her by the fondest words; but, vaguely regarding the flowers, she let the tears collect on her lashes and stream down her cheeks unheeding. We knew she was really better, and, therefore, decided that long confinement to a single place produced much of this despondency, and it might be partially removed by a change of scene. The master told me to light a fire in the many-weeks¶ deserted parlour, and to set an easy-chair in the sunshine by the window; and then he brought her down, and she sat a long while enjoying the genial heat, and, as we expected, revived by the objects round her: which, though familiar, were free from the dreary associations investing her hated sick chamber. By evening she seemed greatly exhausted; yet no arguments could persuade her to return to that apartment, and I had to arrange the parlour sofa for her bed, till another room could be prepared. To obviate the fatigue of mounting and descending the stairs, we fitted up this, where you lie at present²on the same floor with the parlour; and she was soon strong enough to move from one to the other, leaning on Edgar¶s arm. Ah, I thought myself, she might recover, so waited on as she was. And there was double cause to desire it, for on her existence depended that of another: we cherished the hope that in a little while Mr. Linton¶s heart would be gladdened, and his lands secured from a stranger¶s gripe, by the birth of an heir. I should mention that Isabella sent to her brother, some six weeks from her departure, a short note, announcing her marriage with Heathcliff. It appeared dry and cold; but at the bottom was dotted in with pencil an obscure apology, and an entreaty for kind remembrance and reconciliation, if her proceeding had offended him: asserting that she could not help it then, and being done, she had now no power to repeal it. Linton did not reply to this, I believe; and, in a fortnight more, I got a long letter, which I considered odd, coming from the pen of a bride just out of the honeymoon. I¶ll read it: for I keep it yet. Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living. *****

what I have married: that is. µShall you and I be friends. as well as he could. strong in limb and dirty in garb. to inspect the park. it begins. and is there at this moment. and turn away.¶ I approached. Joseph. that Catherine has been. said²µHow do you do. if I found their absence was the total of my miseries. He did it with a courtesy that redounded to his credit. and the gardens. and the rest was an unnatural dream! The sun set behind the Grange as we turned on to the moors. untidy hole. as if we lived in an ancient castle. Still. attempting to take his chubby fist. if you can. I daresay you would not know it. for the first time. my dear?¶ He replied in a jargon I did not comprehend.¶ I reflected²µmine in a manner. and²yes²I must kiss him. Hareton?¶ was my next essay at conversation. and. and my companion halted half an hour. The second question I have great interest in. Ellen. and the only choice left me is you. by that. you shall hear how I have been received in my new home. very soon. it is so changed since it was in your charge. An oath. to lay nothing at the door of my weak will or deficient affection. project his under-lip. and I entered the kitchen²a dingy. is he a devil? I sha¶n¶t tell my reasons for making this inquiry. full of warm feelings for him. but come. so it was dark when we dismounted in the paved yard of the farm-house. issued out to receive us by the light of a dip candle. µThis is Edgar¶s legal nephew. I should laugh and dance for joy. when you call to see me. It is right to establish a good understanding at the beginning. It is to amuse myself that I dwell on such subjects as the lack of external comforts: they never occupy my thoughts.²I came last night to Wuthering Heights.DEAR ELLEN. I want to ask you two questions: the first is. Heathcliff a man? If so. squint malignantly. is he mad? And if not. Inform Edgar that I¶d give the world to see his face again²that my heart returned to Thrushcross Grange in twenty-four hours after I left it. and they may draw what conclusions they please. By the fire stood a ruffianly child. Heathcliff stayed to speak to him. and heard. except at the moment when I miss them. and my brother is either too angry or too distressed to answer what I sent him. and bring me something from Edgar. and your old fellow-servant. with a look of Catherine in his eyes and about his mouth. I judged it to be six o¶clock. Now. taking care.² How did you contrive to preserve the common sympathies of human nature when you resided here? I cannot recognise any sentiment which those around share with me. and led them into the stables. I suppose. and a threat to set Throttler on me if I did not µframe off¶ rewarded my perseverance. Don¶t write. I must shake hands. it is this²Is Mr. His first act was to elevate his torch to a level with my face. Then he took the two horses. and Catherine! I can¶t follow it though²(these words are underlined)²they need not expect me. I must not write to her. as I am led to imagine the Heights will be. and is yet. but I beseech you to explain. however. and. The remainder of the letter is for yourself alone. the place itself. probably. I must write to somebody. reappearing for the purpose of locking the outer gate. and you must call. . very ill.

and there might as well be the Atlantic to part us. then?¶ asked the hermit.¶ µIs he come back. and his eyes. Throttler. moving his lantern jaws meanwhile. µWho are you?¶ µMy name was Isabella Linton. Mr. screwed up his nose and replied²µMim! mim! mim! Did iver Christian body hear aught like it? Mincing un¶ munching! How can I tell whet ye say?¶ µI say. whom I followed to the stables. and be conducted to a bedroom! Mr. were like a ghostly Catherine¶s with all their beauty annihilated. it was opened by a tall. µYes²we came just now. with his hands in his pockets. apparently quite forgetting my presence. at my feeling particularly cheerless. and requested to accompany me in. and he has brought me here²I suppose. and when I would have gone in. to another door. You¶ll not be surprised. I¶m lately married to Mr.¶ I replied.¶ µIt¶s well the hellish villain has kept his word!¶ growled my future host. glaring like a hungry wolf. and remembering that four miles distant lay my delightful home. by your permission. Ellen.¶ I said.µHey. and then he indulged in a soliloquy of execrations. and shut and refastened the door. wilt thou be ganging?¶ he asked authoritatively. containing the only people I loved on earth. which used to attract my gaze when I was a girl. too. There was a great fire. I wish you to come with me into the house!¶ I cried. created by tarnish and dust. seated in worse than solitude on that inhospitable hearth. and Joseph. thinking him deaf. but ere I could execute that intention. and otherwise extremely slovenly. and surveying my dress and countenance (the former a great deal too fine. after staring and muttering to himself. µNone o¶ me! I getten summut else to do. I repented having tried this second entrance. I walked round the yard. Earnshaw vouchsafed no answer. µYou¶ve seen me before. I inquired whether I might call the maid. his features were lost in masses of shaggy hair that hung on his shoulders. yet highly disgusted at his rudeness. without neckerchief. partook of a similar obscurity. µbut he left me by the kitchen door. Love for my life urged a compliance. After a short suspense. Heathcliff. and that was all the light in the huge apartment. and his abstraction was evidently so deep. he ordered me in. gaunt man. but the latter. and was almost inclined to slip away before he finished cursing.¶ he answered. and through a wicket. I stepped over the threshold to wait till the others should enter. searching the darkness beyond me in expectation of discovering Heathcliff. and his whole aspect so misanthropical. lad!¶ whispered the little wretch. and frightened me off by the help of a bull-dog. grimly. I¶m sure. at which I took the liberty of knocking. whose floor had grown a uniform grey. sir. as sad as he could desire) with sovereign contempt. He walked up and down. µNow. your little boy played sentinel over the place. µWhat¶s your business here?¶ he demanded. that I shrank from disturbing him again. in hopes some more civil servant might show himself. and continued his work. rousing a half-bred bull-dog from its lair in a corner. Heathcliff was nowhere visible. . and the once brilliant pewter-dishes. and threats of what he would have done had the µfiend¶ deceived him.

He snatched the pistol back. µLook here!¶ he replied. µI don¶t care if you tell him. his head bent on his breast. and touched the blade.¶ he answered. which. to warrant this appalling hatred? Wouldn¶t it be wiser to bid him quit the house?¶ . You know the terms we are on. and trying his door. A hideous notion struck me: how powerful I should be possessing such an instrument! I took it from his hand. is it not? I cannot resist going up with this every night. and I want to go to bed! Where is the maid-servant? Direct me to her. I was not aware how openly I grieved. If once I find it open he¶s done for. I exclaimed²µI¶m tired with my journey. unless a groan or a bitter ejaculation forced itself out at intervals. having a double-edged spring knife attached to the barrel. and returned it to its concealment. not all the angels in heaven shall save him!¶ I surveyed the weapon inquisitively. and still my companion paced to and fro. but he suddenly arrested me. it was covetousness. and watch for him. Earnshaw?¶ I did not relish the notion of deliberately fastening myself in with Heathcliff. as she won¶t come to me!¶ µWe have none. µIn what has he wronged you. You fight against that devil for love as long as you may. pulling from his waistcoat a curiously-constructed pistol. I see: his danger does not shock you. in his measured walk. and perfectly silent. at last. µBut why. and gave me a stare of newly-awakened surprise. shut the knife. I was beyond regarding self-respect. µThat¶s a great tempter to a desperate man. when the time comes. this rose pre-eminent: despair at finding nobody who could or would be my ally against Heathcliff! I had sought shelter at Wuthering Heights. and filled the interim with wild regrets and dismal anticipations. I do it invariably. Taking advantage of his recovered attention. but he knew the people we were coming amongst. jealously.¶ said he. even though the minute before I have been recalling a hundred reasons that should make me refrain: it is some devil that urges me to thwart my own schemes by killing him.¶ µWhat has Heathcliff done to you?¶ I asked. µyou must wait on yourself!¶ µWhere must I sleep. till Earnshaw halted opposite. He looked astonished at the expression my face assumed during a brief second: it was not horror. µopen that door²he¶s in there. and nine.¶ said he.instead of those four miles: I could not overpass them! I questioned with myself²where must I turn for comfort? and²mind you don¶t tell Edgar. because I was secured by that arrangement from living alone with him. weighed down by fatigue and wretchedness. almost gladly.¶ I was going to obey. spoke audibly in irrepressible sighing and weeping. or Catherine²above every sorrow beside. then?¶ I sobbed. Mr. µJoseph will show you Heathcliff¶s chamber. I sat and thought a doleful time: the clock struck eight. µPut him on his guard. I listened to detect a woman¶s voice in the house. and he did not fear their intermeddling. and draw your bolt²don¶t omit it!¶ µWell!¶ I said. and added in the strangest tone²µBe so good as to turn your lock.

I expostulated. Joseph was bending over the fire. and I¶ll have his gold too. sitting down. µMr. for fear I should starve. The contents of the pan began to boil. µparlour! Nay. it¶s like time to be flitting. assuring me. there¶s us. and hell shall have his soul! It will be ten times blacker with that guest than ever it was before!¶ You¶ve acquainted me. µThear!¶ he ejaculated. peering into a large pan that swung above it. the quicker the thible ran round. as he slavered into the jug. but compelled speedily to drive off the remembrance.¶ µThen I shall go up-stairs. affirming that I could not taste the liquid treated so dirtily. µIf there¶s to be fresh ortherings²just when I getten used to two maisters. he¶s a dead man: persuade him to attempt it. I niver did think to see t¶ day that I mud lave th¶ owld place²but I doubt it¶s nigh at hand!¶ This lamentation drew no notice from me: I went briskly to work. I own. µdirects me to wait on myself: I will. and a wooden bowl of oatmeal stood on the settle close by. and the faster the handfuls of meal fell into the water. with your old master¶s habits. µHareton. and. repeatedly. I¶m not going to act the lady among you. It¶s a mercy t¶ bothom isn¶t deaved out!¶ It was rather a rough mess. and desired that he should have his in a mug. Ellen. thou willn¶t sup thy porridge to-neeght. agean! I¶d fling in bowl un¶ all. Meanwhile. we¶ve noa parlours. bang. Bang. I resolved it should be eatable. there¶s maister¶s. He now recommenced his moody walk. the infant ruffian continued sucking.¶ . I conjectured that this preparation was probably for our supper. that µthe barn was every bit as good¶ as I. when poured into the basins. The old cynic chose to be vastly offended at this nicety. and he turned to plunge his hand into the bowl. and stroking his ribbed stockings from the knee to the ankle. and then his blood.¶ I said. un¶ then ye¶ll hae done wi¶ µt.¶ I continued. un¶ if yah dunnut loike maister. pale t¶ guilp off. µshow me a chamber. Earnshaw. µI¶ll make the porridge!¶ I removed the vessel out of his reach. If yah dunnut loike wer company. which Hareton seized and commenced drinking and spilling from the expansive lip. µshould he offer to leave me. and escaped into the kitchen. and I raised the latch. damnation! I will have it back. and a gallon pitcher of new milk was brought from the dairy. so. Thear. and you are a murderess! Am I to lose all. and thought on the servant¶s ill-bred moroseness as comparatively agreeable. sneeringly.¶ and wondering how I could fashion to be so conceited.¶ µGooid Lord!¶ he muttered. if I mun hev¶ a mistress set o¶er my heead. crying out sharply. and proceeded to take off my hat and riding-habit. I shuddered to be near him. without a chance of retrieval? Is Hareton to be a beggar? Oh. if I wer ye! There. It racked me to recall past happiness and the greater peril there was of conjuring up its apparition. He is clearly on the verge of madness: he was so last night at least. they¶ll be naught but lumps as big as my neive. µHave you no place you call a parlour?¶ µParlour!¶ he echoed. being hungry.µNo!¶ thundered Earnshaw. sighing to remember a period when it would have been all merry fun. µand every bit as wollsome. four had been provided. µI shall have my supper in another room.¶ I answered. and glowered up at me defyingly. Joseph beheld my style of cookery with growing indignation.

only differing from the first in being more naked about the walls. wearisome nowt! Ye¶ve seen all but Hareton¶s bit of a cham¶er. and my patience exhausted. before an apartment which. wrenched from their rings. with an indigo-coloured quilt. to look into the apartments we passed. facing him angrily.¶ He pointed into the second garret. and preceded me in my ascent: we mounted to the garrets. and halting. but the pattern was obliterated by dust.¶ My supper by this time was cold. in a tone of mockery. meeterly clane. un¶ nob¶dy iver mells on¶t but hisseln. µthis is not a place to sleep in. µHere¶s a rahm. I mud ha¶ telled ye. and the iron rod supporting them was bent in an arc on one side. bare space in the middle. and I think the concentrated essence of all the madness in the world took up its abode in my brain the day I linked my fate with theirs! However. dropping to pieces. Joseph. if ye¶re feared o¶ muckying yer grand silk cloes. leaving a wide.¶ µYou¶ve a nice house. a handsome oak-bedstead with ample crimson curtains of rather expensive material and modern make. the fellow rose.¶ he said. µWhear the divil?¶ began the religious elder. thear. and having a large.²µThis here is t¶ maister¶s.¶ µBed-rume!¶ he repeated. at onst? un¶ then. but they had evidently experienced rough usage: the vallances hung in festoons. There¶s a pack o¶ corn i¶ t¶ corner. and means of repose. that is not to the present purpose²there are other rooms. µCouldn¶t ye ha¶ said soa. low. man. and let me settle somewhere!¶ He made no reply to this adjuration. at last. at one end. many of them severely. µand pleasant inmates. does he?¶ µOh! it¶s Maister Hathecliff¶s ye¶re wanting?¶ cried he.¶ I exclaimed. and went myself to fetch some more milk. baht all this wark. my appetite gone.I put my basin on a tray. causing the drapery to trail upon the floor. now and then. when my fool of a guide announced. µI suppose Mr. and deep indentations deformed the panels of the walls.¶ The µrahm¶ was a kind of lumber-hole smelling strong of malt and grain. as if making a new discovery. I insisted on being provided instantly with a place of refuge. µThe Lord bless us! The Lord forgie us! Whear the hell wold ye gang? ye marred. µIt¶s weel eneugh to ate a few porridge in. For heaven¶s sake be quick. With great grumblings.¶ I could not refrain from observing. I wish to see my bed-room. The chairs were also damaged. from that halt and the superior quality of its furniture. There¶s not another hoile to lig down in i¶ th¶ hahse!¶ . a fireplace hung with cut-paper. I conjectured to be the best one. that that¶s just one ye cannut see²he allas keeps it locked. µWhat do I want with yours?¶ I retorted. I was endeavouring to gather resolution for entering and taking possession. various sacks of which articles were piled around. There was a carpet²a good one. spread yer hankerchir o¶ t¶ top on¶t. he opened a door. Heathcliff does not lodge at the top of the house. only plodding doggedly down the wooden steps. flinging back a cranky board on hinges. curtainless bed. µWhy. µYah¶s see all t¶ bed-rumes thear is²yon¶s mine.

we¶s hear how it¶s to be. CHAPTER XIV As soon as I had perused this epistle I went to the master. till he could get hold of him. and drying the spatters of milk from the banister with my pocket-handkerchief. as I guessed by a scutter down-stairs. and the old man. flinging t¶ precious gifts o¶God under fooit i¶ yer flaysome rages! But I¶m mista¶en if ye shew yer sperrit lang. hid my face in my hands. Gooid-for-naught madling! ye desarve pining fro¶ this to Churstmas. He swore it was not. I sud think i¶ the hahse. my assistant tucked in his tail. taking the candle with him. Linton¶s situation. what I was doing there? I told him the cause of my staying up so late²that he had the key of our room in his pocket. t¶ maister sall just tum¶le o¶er them brooken pots. An unexpected aid presently appeared in the shape of Throttler. while I groped from step to step. and . and a prolonged. and slept. and pressed to the wall. think ye? I nobbut wish he may catch ye i¶ that plisky. and cried. mine. I nodded. un¶ then we¶s hear summut. though over far too soon. and he¶d²but I¶ll not repeat his language. I stole into the nearest doorway. The adjective our gave mortal offence. and then seated myself at the stairs¶-head. Hindley.I was so vexed. and informed him that his sister had arrived at the Heights. nor describe his habitual conduct: he is ingenious and unresting in seeking to gain my abhorrence! I sometimes wonder at him with an intensity that deadens my fear: yet. Will Hathecliff bide sich bonny ways. and I remained in the dark. The period of reflection succeeding this silly action compelled me to admit the necessity of smothering my pride and choking my wrath. and then hastened to devour the porridge. said. µWeel done. un¶ Him as allus maks a third. I shall expect you every day²don¶t disappoint me!²ISABELLA. I had better luck: he passed on. and shut the door. Our labours were scarcely over when I heard Earnshaw¶s tread in the passage. and was given by my father to Mr. The dog¶s endeavour to avoid him was unsuccessful. I had found shelter in Hareton¶s room. entered his chamber. and bestirring myself to remove its effects. now.¶ And so he went on scolding to his den beneath. i¶ sich ill company!¶ Gladly did I take advantage of this intimation. to put him to bed. Miss Cathy! weel done. He told me of Catherine¶s illness. and sent me a letter expressing her sorrow for Mrs. in his loving manner.²µThey¶s rahm for boath ye un¶ yer pride. and the minute I flung myself into a chair. Directly after Joseph came up with Hareton. whom I now recognised as a son of our old Skulker: it had spent its whelphood at the Grange. I assure you. nor ever should be. I nobbut wish he may. and demanded. I fancy it knew me: it pushed its nose against mine by way of salute. ye may hev¶ it all to yerseln. on seeing me. by the fire. he had just come in. piteous yelping. I flung my tray and its contents on the ground. and accused my brother of causing it promising that I should be Edgar¶s proxy in suffering. Miss Cathy! Howsiver. collecting the shattered earthenware. My slumber was deep and sweet. It¶s empty. Mr. I do hate him²I am wretched²I have been a fool! Beware of uttering one breath of this to any one at the Grange. a tiger or a venomous serpent could not rouse terror in me equal to that which he wakens. Heathcliff awoke me. µEch! ech!¶ exclaimed Joseph.

µIt is needless. but he thinks that after this time his household and the household here should drop intercommunication. I daresay she had been on the watch for me since morning: I saw her looking through the lattice as I came up the garden causeway. and said²µIf you have got anything for Isabella (as no doubt you have. Edgar¶s coldness depressed me exceedingly. as she deserved. sir?¶ I asked.¶ he answered. but he rose when I appeared. I have nothing. for good or evil. if you like. She wouldn¶t understand the hint. Her husband took his stand on the hearthstone.¶ µAnd you won¶t write her a little note. ma¶am. as early as possible. Hindley was not there. her hair uncurled: some locks hanging lankly down. µMy master bid me tell his sister that she must not expect either a letter or a visit from him at present. and all the way from the Grange I puzzled my brains how to put more heart into what he said. My communication with Heathcliff¶s family shall be as sparing as his with mine. I would. and importuned me in a whisper to give her directly what I had brought. and I nodded to her. near me. and she returned to her seat in the window. You may call at Wuthering Heights this afternoon. I told him as much as I thought proper of her illness. especially as I can never think she¶ll be happy. Ellen. Linton¶s example and avoid future interference with his family. that if I had been in the young lady¶s place. and his pardon for the grief you have occasioned. He sends his love. as if afraid of being observed. and some carelessly twisted round her head. that he would certainly have struck a stranger as a born and bred gentleman. I shook my head. let her persuade the villain she has married to leave the country. I entered without knocking. at least. where I went to lay my bonnet. . It shall not exist!¶ Mr. He was the only thing there that seemed decent. however: we are eternally divided. Probably she had not touched her dress since yester evening. but I¶m sorry to have lost her.her ardent desire to see him. dismal scene as the formerly cheerful house presented! I must confess. There never was such a dreary. and he extorted from me. and I thought he never looked better. and wiped the tables with a duster. and say that I am not angry. as nothing could come of keeping it up. give it to her. quite friendly. Heathcliff¶s lip quivered slightly. turning over some papers in his pocket-book.¶ Mrs. when I repeated it. by crossexamination. Heathcliff guessed the meaning of her manoeuvres. and his wishes for your happiness. and his wife as a thorough little slattern! She came forward eagerly to greet me. and began to put questions concerning Catherine. and how to soften his refusal of even a few lines to console Isabella. But she already partook of the pervading spirit of neglect which encompassed her. and ended by hoping that he would follow Mr. µForgiveness!¶ said Linton. Mr. µNo. Heathcliff sat at a table. It is out of the question my going to see her. with a wish that he would transmit to her.¶ µOh. have swept the hearth. Her pretty face was wan and listless. but she drew back. Nelly). imploringly. some token of forgiveness by me. most of the facts connected with its origin. So much had circumstances altered their positions. µI have nothing to forgive her. asked me how I did. for bringing it all on herself. thinking it best to speak the truth at once. and held out one hand to take the expected letter. and should she really wish to oblige me. You needn¶t make a secret of it: we have no secrets between us. I blamed her. and offered me a chair. but followed me to a sideboard.¶ I replied.

I would have died by inches before I touched a single hair of his head!¶ µAnd yet. If he loved with all the powers of his puny being. if you please! I never would have banished him from her society as long as she desired his. The moment her regard ceased. forcing himself to seem calm: µquite possible that your master should have nothing but common humanity and a sense of duty to fall back upon. I will see her! What do you say?¶ µI say. Another encounter between you and the master would kill her altogether. and involving her in a new tumult of discord and distress. And there you see the distinction between our feelings: had he been in my place. µshe¶ll never be like she was. you don¶t know me²till then. I would have torn his heart out. Two words would comprehend my future²death and hell: existence. and the person who is compelled. Linton is now just recovering. but her life is spared. µNo one has a right to talk in that manner. would be hell. and I won¶t hear my brother depreciated in silence!¶ . I had a notion of the kind: it haunted me on my return to the neighbourhood last summer. Nelly! you know she has not! You know as well as I do. by thrusting yourself into her remembrance now. he couldn¶t love as much in eighty years as I could in a day. Yet I was a fool to fancy for a moment that she valued Edgar Linton¶s attachment more than mine. You may look incredulous. till then²if you don¶t believe me.¶ I said. that for every thought she spends on Linton she spends a thousand on me! At a most miserable period of my life. but only her own assurance could make me admit the horrible idea again. And then. I¶ll inform you Catherine Linton is as different now from your old friend Catherine Earnshaw. I think I shall be justified in going to extremes! I wish you had sincerity enough to tell me whether Catherine would suffer greatly from his loss: the fear that she would restrains me. to be her companion. It is not in him to be loved like me: how can she love in him what he has not?¶ µCatherine and Edgar are as fond of each other as any two people can be. Heathcliff.¶ µYou suppose she has nearly forgotten me?¶ he said. through my means. and that you may not regret it. But do you imagine that I shall leave Catherine to his duty and humanity? and can you compare my feelings respecting Catherine to his? Before you leave this house. with sudden vivacity.¶ I replied. I never would have raised a hand against him.¶ I interrupted. Mr. though I hated him with a hatred that turned my life to gall.¶ he continued. and I in his. and a sense of duty!¶ µThat is quite possible. you¶ll shun crossing her way again: nay. and drunk his blood! But. or her horse. will only sustain his affection hereafter by the remembrance of what she once was. when she has nearly forgotten you.¶ remarked Heathcliff. after losing her. as that young lady is different from me. I must exact a promise from you that you¶ll get me an interview with her: consent. Tush! He is scarcely a degree dearer to her than her dog. And Catherine has a heart as deep as I have: the sea could be as readily contained in that horse-trough as her whole affection be monopolised by him. µOh. and if you really have a regard for her. nor all the dreams that ever I dreamt. Her appearance is changed greatly.¶ cried Isabella. nor Hindley. you¶ll move out of this country entirely. by common humanity. Linton would be nothing.µMrs. of necessity. µand should there be danger of such an event²should he be the cause of adding a single trouble more to her existence²why. or refuse. µyou must not: you never shall. µyou have no scruples in completely ruining all hopes of her perfect restoration. her character much more so.¶ µWith your aid that may be avoided.

that I never. have you?¶ µTo say that I was married.¶ µYou have been telling him something. But no brutality disgusted her: I suppose she has an innate admiration of it. However. then: you have written. isn¶t he?¶ observed Heathcliff. that I had actually succeeded in making her hate me! A positive labour of Hercules. perhaps.¶ said Heathcliff.¶ µMy young lady is looking sadly the worse for her change of condition. It was a marvellous effort of perspicacity to discover that I did not love her. and that she has been brought up like an only daughter. and I¶ll take care she does not disgrace me by rambling abroad. Nelly. at last. You¶d hardly credit it. µHe turns you adrift on the world with surprising alacrity. for that pitiful. as a piece of appalling intelligence. Isabella? Are you sure you hate me? If I let you alone for half a day. I can hardly regard her in the light of a rational creature. I shouldn¶t say. slavish.¶ µI should guess it was her own.¶ returned I.¶ I remarked. I assure you! If it be achieved. I believed. in such a wilderness as this. But I don¶t care who knows that the passion was wholly on one side: and I never told her a lie about it. met . in all my life. with you. or she wouldn¶t have abandoned the elegancies. she¶ll suit this house so much the better for not being over nice.µYour brother is wondrous fond of you too. and the senseless incapability of discerning that I was in earnest when I gave her my opinion of her infatuation and herself. Can I trust your assertion. sir.¶ µWell. so obstinately has she persisted in forming a fabulous notion of my character and acting on the false impressions she cherished. whom every one was ready to serve.¶ µShe abandoned them under a delusion. µI didn¶t tell him that. I have cause to return thanks. and expecting unlimited indulgences from my chivalrous devotion. µI hope you¶ll consider that Mrs. at one time.¶ she replied. no lessons could teach her that! And yet it is poorly learnt. She cannot accuse me of showing one bit of deceitful softness. the first words I uttered were a wish that I had the hanging of every being belonging to her. But. Whatever be your notion of Mr. scornfully. I think she begins to know me: I don¶t perceive the silly smiles and grimaces that provoked me at first. for this morning she announced. to fix contentedly. except one: possibly she took that exception for herself. mean-minded brach to dream that I could love her? Tell your master. on coming out of the Grange. and when she pleaded for it. Edgar. and friends of her former home. but.¶ he answered. obviously. won¶t you come sighing and wheedling to me again? I daresay she would rather I had seemed all tenderness before you: it wounds her vanity to have the truth exposed. but the very morrow of our wedding she was weeping to go home. µpicturing in me a hero of romance. I did write²you saw the note. if only her precious person were secure from injury! Now. I may guess. µShe degenerates into a mere slut! She is tired of trying to please me uncommonly early. and comforts. was to hang up her little dog. You must let her have a maid to keep things tidy about her.¶ µHe is not aware of what I suffer. Heathcliff is accustomed to be looked after and waited on. was it not the depth of absurdity²of genuine idiotcy. and you must treat her kindly. you cannot doubt that she has a capacity for strong attachments.¶ µAnd nothing since?¶ µNo. whose. The first thing she saw me do. µSomebody¶s love comes short in her case.

and I¶ll return there to-night. No. child!¶ He seized. Go up-stairs. or their master? And you could do it so easily. till I find an opportunity of entering. Last night I was in the Grange garden six hours. promise you¶ll not mention a syllable of his infamous conversation to my brother or Catherine. and thrust her from the room. He¶s a lying fiend! a monster. and every night I¶ll haunt the place. now. I only wish to hear from herself how she is. she¶d thank nobody for dividing us. I swear that I meditate no harm: I don¶t desire to cause any disturbance. what¶s more. and not a human being! I¶ve been told I might leave him before. from pure lack of invention. Nelly! And take a good look at that countenance: she¶s near the point which would suit me. must retain you in my custody. and every day. That¶s not the way: upstairs. are you. I have avoided. and he sha¶n¶t obtain it²I¶ll die first! I just hope. ma¶am. Nelly: I must either persuade or compel you to aid me in fulfilling my determination to see Catherine.with such an abject thing as she is. If his servants oppose me. µIf you are called upon in a court of law. and. and why she has been ill.¶ said I. she¶ll doubtless avail herself of the permission. I tell you! Why. to set his fraternal and magisterial heart at ease: that I keep strictly within the limits of the law. I shall threaten them off with these pistols. but I dare not repeat it! Only. and to ask if anything that I could do would be of use to her. Ellen!¶ answered Isabella. µthis is the talk of a madman. the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething. and I¶ve sometimes relented. as . also. being your legal protector. and I grind with greater energy in proportion to the increase of pain. most likely. I have something to say to Ellen Dean in private.¶ µDo you understand what the word pity means?¶ I said. you¶ll remember her language. there was no misdoubting by their expression the full success of her partner¶s endeavours to make himself detested. I shall not hesitate to knock him down. and still creep shamefully cringing back! But tell him. and that without delay. If Edgar Linton meets me. in my experiments on what she could endure. your wife. he wishes to provoke Edgar to desperation: he says he has married me on purpose to obtain power over him. She even disgraces the name of Linton. and I. for that reason. she has borne with you hitherto: but now that you say she may go. she might: the nuisance of her presence outweighs the gratification to be derived from tormenting her!¶ µMr. perceiving my intention to depart. giving her the slightest right to claim a separation. and. Heathcliff. But wouldn¶t it be better to prevent my coming in contact with them. up to this period. and give him enough to insure his quiescence while I stay. Whatever he may pretend. or to exasperate or insult Mr. Linton. is convinced you are mad. or to see him dead!¶ µThere²that will do for the present!¶ said Heathcliff. that he may forget his diabolical prudence and kill me! The single pleasure I can imagine is to die. you¶re not fit to be your own guardian. however distasteful the obligation may be. and returned muttering²µI have no pity! I have no pity! The more the worms writhe. hastening to resume my bonnet. as to remain with him of your own accord?¶ µTake care. µDon¶t put faith in a single word he speaks. and then you might let me in unobserved. Ellen. µYou are not going yet. Isabella. You are not so bewitched. this is the road upstairs. µDid you ever feel a touch of it in your life?¶ µPut that down!¶ he interrupted. her eyes sparkling irefully. I¶d warn you when I came. and I¶ve made the attempt. Come here now. I pray. If she desired to go.

µyou shall not leave Wuthering Heights till to-morrow morning. I argued and complained. and I tried to smooth away all disquietude on the subject. CHAPTER XV . if you persist in your stubborn ill-nature!¶ Well. woman!¶ exclaimed Heathcliff. To whom should she mention me if I am a forbidden topic in the house? She thinks you are all spies for her husband. and dreary! I reflected as the good woman descended to receive the doctor: and not exactly of the kind which I should have chosen to amuse me. besides. though expedient. my journey homeward was sadder than my journey thither. and do what I request? Decide! because there is no reason for my lingering another minute. and firstly. and I thought. Linton¶s hand. and am I to fight my way to Catherine over Linton and his footman? Or will you be my friend. But here is Kenneth. I¶ll go down. and he¶ll take measures to secure his house and its inmates from any such unwarrantable intrusions!¶ µIn that case I¶ll take measures to secure you. if it merited so harsh an appellation. and watch till I departed. I don¶t desire it: you must prepare her²ask her if I may come. Oh. Dean¶s bitter herbs. and the daughter turned out a second edition of the mother. and many misgivings I had. with frequent iteration. You say she is often restless. and flatly refused him fifty times.¶ I protested against playing that treacherous part in my employer¶s house: and. but in the long run he forced me to an agreement. and she couldn¶t bear the surprise. sir! or else I shall be obliged to inform my master of your designs. as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares? Let us settle it at once: will you stay here. as much as anything. and anxious-looking: is that a proof of tranquillity? You talk of her mind being unsettled. and my fellow-servants should be equally out of the way. Notwithstanding. Was it right or wrong? I fear it was wrong. and get in as he was able: I wouldn¶t be there. when he might come. Don¶t persist. Linton¶s tranquillity for his satisfaction. My history is dree. and expect it to thrive. ere I could prevail on myself to put the missive into Mrs. You say she never mentions my name. µShe¶s all nerves. your conscience quite calm: you would be hindering mischief. as you have been hitherto.¶ I said. I should be in a curious taking if I surrendered my heart to that young person. I¶ve no doubt she¶s in hell among you! I guess by her silence. by affirming. Dree. and as to surprising her.soon as she was alone. that that betrayal of trust. paltry creature attending her from duty and humanity! From pity and charity! He might as well plant an oak in a flower-pot. I engaged to carry a letter from him to my mistress. and will serve to while away another morning. and should she consent. as we say. what she feels. and that I am never mentioned to her. I¶m positive. too. Mr. I thought I prevented another explosion by my compliance. should be the last. it might create a favourable crisis in Catherine¶s mental illness: and then I remembered Mr. and tell him how much better you are. Edgar¶s stern rebuke of my carrying tales. let me beware of the fascination that lurks in Catherine Heathcliff¶s brilliant eyes. But never mind! I¶ll extract wholesome medicines from Mrs. I promised to let him have intelligence of Linton¶s next absence from home. µThe commonest occurrence startles her painfully. How the devil could it be otherwise in her frightful isolation? And that insipid. Lockwood. I urged the cruelty and selfishness of his destroying Mrs. It is a foolish story to assert that Catherine could not bear to see me.

she would turn petulantly away. which drowned that music about the Grange when the trees were in leaf. but she had the vague. and. She was conscious of his aim. and the scarcely perceptible wind fluttered its leaves at intervals. she said. but on that occasion the weather was so warm and pleasant that I set them wide open. or occupation of any kind. Her appearance was altered. Then. The fourth was Sunday. if she thought or listened at all. as I could not guess how its receipt would affect Catherine. distant look I mentioned before. and hide her face in her hands. At other times. The flash of her eyes had been succeeded by a dreamy and melancholy softness. they no longer gave the impression of looking at the objects around her: they appeared always to gaze beyond. a very fair narrator. added to the touching interest which she awakened. There was a manservant left to keep the house with me. and far beyond²you would have said out of this world. and now she wore it simply combed in its natural tresses over her temples and neck. in the recess of the open window. I had made up my mind not to give it till my master went somewhere. and didn¶t want to be threatened or teased any more. long hair had been partly removed at the beginning of her illness. I know. and to any person who saw her. At Wuthering Heights it always sounded on quiet days following a great thaw or a season of steady rain. and then he took care to let her alone. mellow flow of the beck in the valley came soothingly on the ear. as the housekeeper could spare time from more important occupations. and I brought it into her room after the family were gone to church. I believe Linton had laid it there: for she never endeavoured to divert herself with reading. It was a sweet substitute for the yet absent murmur of the summer foliage. as I knew who would be coming. Mrs. The consequence was. and he would spend many an hour in trying to entice her attention to some subject which had formerly been her amusement. I should think²refuted more tangible proofs of convalescence. as I had told Heathcliff. or even push him off angrily. and I shunned going out. I knew. I told my companion that the mistress wished very much for some oranges. at different sittings. only a little condensed. but when she was calm. A book lay spread on the sill before her. and checking him at last with the saddest of smiles and kisses. I¶ll continue it in her own words. the paleness of her face²its haggard aspect having vanished as she recovered flesh²and the peculiar expression arising from her mental state. as usual. there seemed unearthly beauty in the change.Another week over²and I am so many days nearer health. and in her better moods endured his efforts placidly. on the whole. and I went up-stairs. and stamped her as one doomed to decay. only showing their uselessness by now and then suppressing a wearied sigh. And of Wuthering Heights Catherine was thinking as she listened: that is. and spring! I have now heard all my neighbour¶s history. and²invariably to me. He departed. Her thick. Heathcliff was about the place. as well as if I saw him. Gimmerton chapel bells were still ringing. because I still carried his letter in my pocket. . to fulfil my engagement. and the full. which expressed no recognition of material things either by ear or eye. She is. that it did not reach her before the lapse of three days. though painfully suggestive of their causes. for he was certain of doing no good. the evening of my visit to the Heights. that Mr. Linton sat in a loose white dress. and I don¶t think I could improve her style. and we generally made a practice of locking the doors during the hours of service. with a light shawl over her shoulders. In the evening. to be paid for on the morrow. and he must run over to the village and get a few.

from the instant he beheld her. to look into her face! The same conviction had stricken him as me.¶ As I spoke.¶ I continued. and was wretched to lose her. and a struggle to arrange her ideas. µWell. during which period he bestowed more kisses than ever he gave in his life before. Why shouldn¶t you suffer? I do! Will you forget me? Will you be happy when I am in the earth? Will you say twenty years hence. He did not hit the right room directly: she motioned me to admit him. announce. that there was no prospect of ultimate recovery there²she was fated. she merely pointed to the name. I observed a large dog lying on the sunny grass beneath raise its ears as if about to bark. µYou and Edgar have broken my heart.¶ she answered. not I. µtill we were both dead! I shouldn¶t care what you suffered. I replaced it in her lap. and impatient to know what answer I shall bring. but it is .¶ There was a start and a troubled gleam of recollection. I think.¶ She drew away her hand. With straining eagerness Catherine gazed towards the entrance of her chamber. And now he stared at her so earnestly that I thought the very intensity of his gaze would bring tears into his eyes. Shall I break the seal?¶ µYes. but that movement was so long delayed that at last I resumed²µMust I read it. as if you were the people to be pitied! I shall not pity you. I care nothing for your sufferings. and let it fall. and gazed at me with mournful and questioning eagerness. and when she came to the signature she sighed: yet still I found she had not gathered its import.¶ she continued.¶ I said. µYou must read it immediately. µI wish I could hold you. Mrs. and stood waiting till it should please her to glance down. but they burned with anguish: they did not melt. How strong you are! How many years do you mean to live after I am gone?¶ Heathcliff had knelt on one knee to embrace her. he attempted to rise. for downright agony. for. Mrs. She lifted the letter. You have killed me²and thriven on it. Heathcliff. Heathcliff! And you both come to bewail the deed to me. Linton. in a tone that did not seek to disguise his despair. He neither spoke nor loosed his hold for some five minutes. but he found it out ere I could reach the door. upon my desiring to hear her reply. without altering the direction of her eyes. I opened it²it was very short. and in a stride or two was at her side. but she seized his hair. ³That¶s the grave of Catherine Earnshaw? I loved her long ago. and so resolved to trust to his own audacity. µHe¶s in the garden by this time. µOh. and returning his look with a suddenly clouded brow: her humour was a mere vane for constantly varying caprices. ma¶am? It is from Mr. by a wag of the tail. and I plainly saw that he could hardly bear. sure to die. bitterly.µThere¶s a letter for you. gently inserting it in one hand that rested on her knee. and kept him down. µWhat now?¶ said Catherine. µread it. because it wants an answer. The minute after a step traversed the hall. Cathy! Oh. the open house was too tempting for Heathcliff to resist walking in: most likely he supposed that I was inclined to shirk my promise. I daresay: but then my mistress had kissed him first. he wishes to see you. and listened breathlessly. guessing her need of an interpreter. µNow.¶ said I. that some one approached whom it did not consider a stranger. my life! how can I bear it?¶ was the first sentence he uttered. and had her grasped in his arms. and then smoothing them back. Linton bent forward. and seemed to peruse it. leaning back.

dear! you should not be sullen now. And. and in it. Linton¶s glance followed him suspiciously: every movement woke a new sentiment in her. µAre you possessed with a devil. that while you are at peace I shall writhe in the torments of hell?¶ µI shall not be at peace. more kindly² µI¶m not wishing you greater torment than I have. She said nothing further till the paroxysm was over. I¶m tired of being enclosed here. unless with her mortal body she cast away her moral character also. where he stood. That is not my Heathcliff. Heathcliff. savagely. wrenching his head free. I only wish us never to be parted: and should a word of mine distress you hereafter. and a bloodless lip and scintillating eye. he would not permit it: turning abruptly.¶ moaned Catherine. he would not relent a moment to keep me out of the grave. you know that I could as soon forget you as my existence! Is it not sufficient for your infernal selfishness. After a pause and a prolonged gaze. and for my own sake. addressing me in accents of indignant disappointment:² µOh. but not so far as to let her see his face. and she retained in her closed fingers a portion of the locks she had been grasping. Nelly. never mind.¶ . The two. and so inadequate was his stock of gentleness to the requirements of her condition. you see. which was livid with emotion. which beat visibly and audibly under this excess of agitation. to a cool spectator.past. with his back towards us. she resumed. he walked to the fireplace. you think you are better and more fortunate than I. µI thought he wished it. Catherine. then she continued. and take him with me: he¶s in my soul.¶ cried he. and eating deeper eternally after you have left me? You know you lie to say I have killed you: and. he had taken her arm with the other. and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it. I wonder he won¶t be near me!¶ She went on to herself.¶ he pursued. I shall love mine yet. unequal throbbing of her heart. µthe thing that irks me most is this shattered prison. after all. I shall not rejoice that I are going to her: I shall be sorry that I must leave them!´ Will you say so. recalled to a sense of physical weakness by the violent. I shall be incomparably beyond and above you all. µto talk in that manner to me when you are dying? Do you reflect that all those words will be branded in my memory. and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears. That is how I¶m loved! Well. that on his letting go I saw four distinct impressions left blue in the colourless skin. while raising himself with one hand. Nay.¶ added she musingly. Mrs. forgive me! Come here and kneel down again! You never harmed me in your life. at death. and. if you nurse anger. I¶ve loved many others since: my children are dearer to me than she was. As to her companion. and grinding his teeth. She bent round to look at him. Do come to me. Nelly. silent. and leant over. in full health and strength: you are sorry for me²very soon that will be altered. Heathcliff. Her present countenance had a wild vindictiveness in its white cheek. Heathcliff. Heathcliff?¶ µDon¶t torture me till I¶m as mad as yourself. I shall be sorry for you. think I feel the same distress underground. I¶m wearying to escape into that glorious world. made a strange and fearful picture. that will be worse to remember than my harsh words! Won¶t you come here again? Do!¶ Heathcliff went to the back of her chair. Well might Catherine deem that heaven would be a land of exile to her.

¶ . in return. he opened the gate himself and sauntered slowly up. and death. µIf I¶ve done wrong. you have broken mine. I¶m dying for it.In her eagerness she rose and supported herself on the arm of the chair. µKiss me again. in great perplexity. but Catherine made a spring. µFor heaven¶s sake. Do be quick. It is enough! You left me too: but I won¶t upbraid you! I forgive you. You have killed yourself. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart. µService is over. I have not broken your heart²you have broken it. probably enjoying the lovely afternoon that breathed as soft as summer. and bring her cheek to his as he held her. µMy master will be here in half an hour. µNow he is here. I suppose the weeping was on both sides.¶ I announced. meanwhile. she seemed directly insensible. for the afternoon wore fast away.¶ sobbed Catherine. Forgive me!¶ µIt is hard to forgive. though I spoke to him. and stay among the trees till he is fairly in. I grew very uncomfortable.¶ he answered. and to look at those eyes. and held my tongue. and wring out my kisses and tears: they¶ll blight you²they¶ll damn you. At that earnest appeal he turned to her. hurry down! You¶ll not meet any one on the front stairs. Mr. of your own will. and they were locked in an embrace from which I thought my mistress would never be released alive: in fact. and he caught her. and then how they met I hardly saw. and foamed like a mad dog. Ere long I perceived a group of the servants passing up the road towards the kitchen wing. you may kiss me. and I could distinguish. I did not feel as if I were in the company of a creature of my own species: it appeared that he would not understand. looking absolutely desperate. Linton was not far behind. wide and wet. at last flashed fiercely on her. and feel those wasted hands. and cry. I love my murderer²but yours! How can I?¶ They were silent-their faces hid against each other. Let me alone. You loved me²then what right had you to leave me? What right² answer me²for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you²oh. Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. He flung himself into the nearest seat. the man whom I had sent off returned from his errand. said wildly² µYou teach me now how cruel you¶ve been²cruel and false. and washed by each other¶s tears. and on my approaching hurriedly to ascertain if she had fainted. God! wouldyou like to live with your soul in the grave?¶ µLet me alone. and strained Catherine closer: she never moved. so I stood off. by the shine of the western sun up the valley. and gathered her to him with greedy jealousy. An instant they held asunder. to my eyes. and in breaking it. he gnashed at me. His eyes. while he. you.¶ Heathcliff groaned a curse. as it seemed Heathcliff could weep on a great occasion like this. did it. and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us. Yes. his breast heaved convulsively. a concourse thickening outside Gimmerton chapel porch. So much the worse for me that I am strong. You deserve this. A movement of Catherine¶s relieved me a little presently: she put up her hand to clasp his neck. At least.¶ I exclaimed. and don¶t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. covering her with frantic caresses.

and her head hung down. gasping: there was mad resolution in her face. the other stopped all demonstrations. sinking back into his seat. What he meant to do I cannot tell. He would have risen. µAre you going to listen to her ravings?¶ I said. and knew nobody. µShe¶s fainted. forgot her hated friend. µNo!¶ she shrieked.¶ µFor one hour. Nelly. µOh. seeking to extricate himself from his companion¶s arms. affirming that Catherine was better. we managed to restore her to sensation. µHush.¶ said Heathcliff. µShe does not know what she says.¶ he pleaded earnestly. Will you ruin her. hush. Mr. In the midst of my agitation. I¶d expire with a blessing on my lips. blanched with astonishment and rage. µI shall not refuse to go out of doors. Heathcliff. I heard my master mounting the stairs²the cold sweat ran from my forehead: I was horrified. Cathy.¶ he answered. and moaned. We are all done for²master. than lingering a burden and a misery-maker to all about her.¶ I wrung my hands. passionately.¶ persisted the alarmed intruder. at once. in his anxiety for her.¶ she replied. µNot for one minute. and after resorting to many means. help her first²then you shall speak to me!¶ He walked into the parlour.¶ Edgar sprang to his unbidden guest. my darling! Hush. at the earliest opportunity. I¶ll see you again before you are asleep.¶ I thought: µso much the better. It is the last time! Edgar will not hurt us.¶ And there they were fast again. or dead. I was sincerely glad to observe that Catherine¶s arms had fallen relaxed. µI must²Linton will be up immediately. because she has not wit to help herself? Get up! You could be free instantly.¶ cried Heathcliff. I shall be under those larch-trees. holding him as firmly as her strength allowed. Linton summoned me. don¶t. and Mr. I went. and sat down. and cried out. If he shot me so. I did not. don¶t go. Far better that she should be dead.¶ µYou must not go!¶ she answered. µUnless you be a fiend. µBut if I live. and with great difficulty. whether Linton be in or not. she sighed. mistress. and he should hear from me in the morning how she passed the night. µYou shall not. and unfixed her fingers by the act²she clung fast. but she was all bewildered. That is the most diabolical deed that ever you did. by placing the lifelesslooking form in his arms. I shall die! I shall die!¶ µDamn the fool! There he is. however.¶ . and servant. Edgar. I won¶t stray five yards from your window. µbut I shall stay in the garden: and. Catherine! I¶ll stay. Linton hastened his step at the noise. mind you keep your word to-morrow.µI must go. µLook there!¶ he said. I tell you. and besought him to depart. Mind! or I pay another visit.

I declined answering Mrs. but we¶ll leave her with her Maker. It asserted its own tranquillity. and his eyes shut. but not then. in my eyes. ascertaining that what I stated was apparently true. An unwelcomed infant it was. one might have doubted. One might doubt in seasons of cold reflection. as I gazed on the feeble orphan. its after-effects showed how deep the sorrow sunk. and two hours after the mother died. and I feel an assurance of the endless and shadowless hereafter²the Eternity they have entered²where life is boundless in its duration. poor thing! It might have wailed out of life. but its beginning was as friendless as its end is likely to be. sir? I¶d give a great deal to know. I bemoaned that. delivered the house of his luckless presence. and hers of perfect peace. during those first hours of existence. or know Edgar. and love in its sympathy. She proceeded: Retracing the course of Catherine Linton. and suffused the couch and its occupant with a mellow. . when he so regretted Catherine¶s blessed release! To be sure. Linton¶s. which seemed a pledge of equal quiet to its former inhabitant. Dean¶s question. no angel in heaven could be more beautiful than she appeared. which struck me as something heterodox.He sent a rapid glance through the half-open door of the chamber. And I partook of the infinite calm in which she lay: my mind was never in a holier frame than while I gazed on that untroubled image of Divine rest. her spirit is at home with God!¶ I don¶t know if it be a peculiarity in me. and joy in its fulness. Edgar Linton had his head laid on the pillow. I instinctively echoed the words she had uttered a few hours before: µIncomparably beyond and above us all! Whether still on earth or now in heaven. was his being left without an heir. but I am seldom otherwise than happy while watching in the chamber of death. His young and fair features were almost as deathlike as those of the form beside him. her lids closed. seven-months¶ child. Her brow smooth. after the wayward and impatient existence she had led. and I mentally abused old Linton for (what was only natural partiality) the securing his estate to his own daughter. instead of his son¶s. Do you believe such people are happy in the other world. and nobody cared a morsel. Next morning²bright and cheerful out of doors²stole softened in through the blinds of the silent room. I noticed on that occasion how much selfishness there is even in a love like Mr. should no frenzied or despairing mourner share the duty with me. in the presence of her corpse. and. her lips wearing the expression of a smile. The latter¶s distraction at his bereavement is a subject too painful to be dwelt on. whether she merited a haven of peace at last. I see a repose that neither earth nor hell can break. CHAPTER XVI About twelve o¶clock that night was born the Catherine you saw at Wuthering Heights: a puny. and almost as fixed: but his was the hush of exhausted anguish. We redeemed the neglect afterwards. tender glow. having never recovered sufficient consciousness to miss Heathcliff. I fear we have no right to think she is. A great addition.

and stretched herself. µGone to heaven. and five minutes after I felt one little pulse at her heart. he trembled. ferocious stare. If he had remained among the larches all night. I hope. as if he dreaded the answer to his question would introduce details that he could not bear to hear. µI¶ve not waited for you to learn that. busy in building their nest. He had been standing a long time in that position. and regarding his proximity no more than that of a piece of timber. and his hair soaked with the dew that had gathered on the budded branches. µyou have a heart and nerves the same as your brother men! Why should you be anxious to conceal them? Your pride cannot blind God! You tempt him to wring them. and I ventured soon after sunrise to quit the room and steal out to the pure refreshing air. defying. at last²fain. his hat off. hesitating. µPoor wretch!¶ I thought. meanwhile. he might catch the gallop of the messenger going to Gimmerton.¶ I said. where we may. They flew off at my approach. because his lips moved and his gaze was bent on the ground. in spite of himself. every one. and sinking again to sleep. in reality. a few yards further in the park. my chief motive was seeing Mr. perhaps. µHer senses never returned: she recognised nobody from the time you left her. He was there²at least. my sympathy with an unflinching. after the struggle.¶ µQuietly as a lamb!¶ I answered. The servants thought me gone to shake off the drowsiness of my protracted watch. that all was not right within. Damn you all! she wants none of your tears!¶ I was weeping as much for him as her: we do sometimes pity creatures that have none of the feeling either for themselves or others. to have a support behind him. but could not manage it. I felt the terrible news must be told.The master looked asleep. to find him. notwithstanding his hardihood. like a child reviving. leant against an old ash-tree. I perceived that he had got intelligence of the catastrophe. When I first looked into his face. till he forces a cry of humiliation. unless. and the opening and shutting of the outer doors. she¶s dead!¶ I answered. µShe lies with a sweet smile on her face. join her. Her life closed in a gentle dream²may she wake as kindly in the other world!¶ . µHow did she die?¶ he resumed. attempting a sneer. yet feared. if we take due warning and leave our evil ways to follow good!¶ µDid she take due warning. and her latest ideas wandered back to pleasant early days. and he raised his eyes and spoke:²µShe¶s dead!¶ he said. checking my sobs and drying my cheeks. he would have heard nothing of the stir at the Grange. aloud. to his very finger-ends. µDid she die like a saint? Come. Heathcliff. from the lights flitting to and fro. and a foolish notion struck me that his heart was quelled and he prayed. µYes. he would probably be aware. but how to do it I did not know. If he had come nearer. and fell pattering round him. I wished. then?¶ asked Heathcliff. µShe drew a sigh. How did²?¶ He endeavoured to pronounce the name. for I saw a pair of ousels passing and repassing scarcely three feet from him. and I longed to get it over. and compressing his mouth he held a silent combat with his inward agony. give me a true history of the event. Put your handkerchief away²don¶t snivel before me. for. and nothing more!¶ µAnd²did she ever mention me?¶ he asked.

and peat-mould almost buries it. at least. I observed several splashes of blood about the bark of the tree. you said I killed you²haunt me. lifting up his eyes. a little after dark. Be with me always²take any form²drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss. which. howled. where the wall is so low that heath and bilberry-plants have climbed over it from the moor. Indeed. probably the scene I witnessed was a repetition of others acted during the night. in the great drawing-room. the mourners were wholly composed of tenants and servants. and on the Tuesday. I shouldn¶t have discovered that he had been there. and enclosed them together. and groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. but like a savage beast being goaded to death with knives and spears. may you not rest as long as I am living. Mr. stamping his foot. was neither in the chapel under the carved monument of the Lintons. she¶s a liar to the end! Where is she? Not there²not in heaven²not perished²where? Oh! you said you cared nothing for my sufferings! And I pray one prayer²I repeat it till my tongue stiffens²Catherine Earnshaw. outside. equally a stranger to repose. But the moment he recollected himself enough to notice me watching. replacing them by a black lock of his own. It hardly moved my compassion² it appalled me: still. besides her husband. It was dug on a green slope in a corner of the kirk-yard. and. if he could. I held no communication with him: still. too cautiously to betray his presence by the slightest noise. I went and opened one of the windows. I twisted the two. I was conscious of his design to enter. CHAPTER XVII . but he never came. moved by his perseverance to give him a chance of bestowing on the faded image of his idol one final adieu. Heathcliff had opened the trinket and cast out its contents. Isabella was not asked. Her husband lies in the same spot now. and for observing on the floor a curl of light hair. had been compelled to retire a couple of hours. The place of Catherine¶s interment. cautiously and briefly. Earnshaw was. invited to attend the remains of his sister to the grave. He was beyond my skill to quiet or console! Mrs. Linton¶s funeral was appointed to take place on the Friday following her decease. so that. of course. then! The murdered do haunt their murderers. on examination. I ascertained to have been taken from a locket hung round Catherine¶s neck. and I obeyed. a sleepless guardian. to mark the graves. with frightful vehemence. and strewn with flowers and scented leaves. fastened with a silver thread. not like a man. he thundered a command for me to go. to the surprise of the villagers. and his hand and forehead were both stained. Linton spent his days and nights there. where I cannot find you! Oh. and they have each a simple headstone above. µWhy. and²a circumstance concealed from all but me²Heathcliff spent his nights.µMay she wake in torment!¶ he cried. I felt reluctant to quit him so. he sent no excuse. God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!¶ He dashed his head against the knotted trunk. outside. I believe. He did not omit to avail himself of the opportunity. nor yet by the tombs of her own relations. when my master. and till then her coffin remained uncovered. from sheer fatigue. and a plain grey block at their feet. except for the disarrangement of the drapery about the corpse¶s face.

when the door opened. and threw it on the floor. and nothing on either head or neck. befitting her age more than her position: a low frock with short sleeves. did I obtain her consent for binding the wound and helping to change her garments. dripping with snow and water. and hear nothing.¶ µCertainly I shall. . and I cried²µHave done! How dare you show your giddiness here. and watching. and her feet were protected merely by thin slippers. I¶m aching all over! Don¶t be alarmed! There shall be an explanation as soon as I can give it. Heathcliff. after a pause. µexcept where I¶ve flown. and you may fancy my first fright was not much allayed when I had had leisure to examine her. and I sha¶n¶t forgive myself.¶ she said. too.¶ With that the speaker came forward to the fire. and I cannot stop myself. What would Mr. and a maid set to pack up some necessary attire. when my task was finished and she was seated in an easy-chair on the hearth. rocking it to and fro. till you have removed every article of your clothes. you remember. the young leaves of the early trees smitten and blackened. and certainly you shall not go to Gimmerton to-night. µyou sit down opposite me. see how it flows down my neck now! The fire does make it smart. On the morrow one could hardly imagine that there had been three weeks of summer: the primroses and crocuses were hidden under wintry drifts. and a frame hardly able to support itself through fatigue. converting it into a nursery: and there I was. panting and holding her hand to her side. I supposed it one of the maids. because I behaved so foolishly on entering: I¶ve cried. and some person entered. I couldn¶t count the number of falls I¶ve had. out of breath and laughing! My anger was greater than my astonishment for a minute. Linton say if he heard you?¶ µExcuse me!¶ answered a familiar voice.¶ she said. We parted unreconciled. and clung to her with wet. In the evening the weather broke: the wind shifted from south to north-east. meanwhile. and put poor Catherine¶s baby away: I don¶t like to see it! You mustn¶t think I care little for Catherine. add to this a deep cut under one ear. more than any one else has reason to cry. µNow. the larks were silent. a white face scratched and bruised. I was not going to sympathise with him²the brute beast! Oh. sitting with the moaning doll of a child laid on my knee.¶ I exclaimed. She certainly seemed in no laughing predicament: her hair streamed on her shoulders. and not till after the coachman had been instructed to get ready.¶ The intruder was Mrs. But. And²ah. And dreary. µI¶ll stir nowhere. and chill. so it is needless to order the carriage. µMy dear young lady. Ellen. and tell a servant to seek up a few clothes in my wardrobe. and dismal. and brought rain first. the still driving flakes build up the uncurtained window. she was dressed in the girlish dress she commonly wore. µwalking or riding: yet I¶ve no objection to dress myself decently. and then sleet and snow. µbut I know Edgar is in bed. and put on dry things. only just have the goodness to step out and order the carriage to take me on to Gimmerton. I took possession of the lonely parlour. which only the cold prevented from bleeding profusely. The frock was of light silk. that morrow did creep over! My master kept his room. bitterly²yes. before she would let me touch her.¶ She insisted on my fulfilling her directions. Oh. with a cup of tea before her. for all that.That Friday made the last of our fine days for a month. give me the poker! This is the last thing of his I have about me:¶ she slipped the gold ring from her third finger. µI have run the whole way from Wuthering Heights!¶ she continued.

and make the cut bleed again. µThere! he shall buy another. and where she meant to go. though. and out of my memory!¶ µHush. Pulling out the nerves with red hot pincers requires more coolness than knocking on the head. Necessity compelled me to seek shelter here. if he gets me back again. But I tell you he wouldn¶t let me! Do you think he could bear to see me grow fat and merry²could bear to think that we were tranquil. µBe more charitable: there are worse men than he is yet!¶ µHe¶s not a human being. He was . washed my face. He¶d be capable of coming to seek me. he was in such a fury! If he had caught me! It¶s a pity Earnshaw is not his match in strength: I wouldn¶t have run till I¶d seen him all but demolished. got you to bring what I wanted. Monster! would that he could be blotted out of creation. warmed myself. and so I¶m at my ease. Edgar has not been kind. partly arising from his knowledge of the good causes I have to feel that sentiment for him. and take breath. and wept tears of blood for Catherine! No. and I wished to remain. and give over laughing: laughter is sadly out of place under this roof. I sha¶n¶t stay any longer. the muscles of his countenance are involuntarily distorted into an expression of hatred.¶ I rang the bell. hush! He¶s a human being. and then I inquired what had urged her to escape from Wuthering Heights in such an unlikely plight. People feel with their hearts. µI ought.¶ answered she. I can recollect yet how I loved him. µListen to that child! It maintains a constant wail²send it out of my hearing for an hour. to tease Edgar.¶ she retorted. and departed again to anywhere out of the reach of my accursed²of that incarnate goblin! Ah. don¶t talk so fast. Miss!¶ I interrupted. µto cheer Edgar and take care of the baby. if I had not learned he was out of the way. and committed it to a servant¶s care. µand he has no claim on my charity. for two things. Ellen: and since he has destroyed mine. the devilish nature would have revealed its existence somehow. as she refused remaining with us. and therefore I must get quite away. to the point of its annoying him seriously to have me within ear-shot or eyesight: I notice. I gave him my heart. and partly from original aversion. Catherine had an awfully perverted taste to esteem him so dearly.¶ she replied. µyou¶ll disorder the handkerchief I have tied round your face. striking it with childish spite. nor will I bring him into more trouble. and because the Grange is my right home. lest that notion should possess his wicked head! And besides. I have the satisfaction of being sure that he detests me. and he took and pinched it to death. indeed. knowing him so well. µYou asked. because I had succeeded in rousing his rage a pitch above his malignity. but. though he groaned from this to his dying day. had Hindley been able to do it!¶ µWell. if²no.¶ I said. I dare not stay. when I enter his presence. µand then I¶ll burn it!¶ and she took and dropped the misused article among the coals. and in your condition!¶ µAn undeniable truth. and flung it back to me. supposing I contrived a clear escape. It is strong enough to make me feel pretty certain that he would not chase me over England. indeed. and can dimly imagine that I could still be loving him. Drink your tea. what has driven me to flight at last? I was compelled to attempt it.µI¶ll smash it!¶ she continued. and not resolve on poisoning our comfort? Now. has he? And I won¶t come suing for his assistance. I wouldn¶t!¶ And here Isabella began to cry. I have not power to feel for him: and I would not. I¶d have halted at the kitchen. immediately dashing the water from her lashes. I¶ve recovered from my first desire to be killed by him: I¶d rather he¶d kill himself! He has extinguished my love effectually. she recommenced. no! Even if he had doted on me.

and never mind how Mr. always straight down to the Grange! I wonder Edgar did not send for a constable. or starve among the damp uninhabited chambers. I suppose. that melancholy scene so instantly usurped its place. he rose.´ I¶m puzzled to detect signs of the favourable change: but it is not my business. for it seemed as if all joy had vanished from the world. There was no sound through the house but the moaning wind. that odious old man! When Heathcliff is in. I experienced pleasure in being able to exasperate him: the sense of pleasure woke my instinct of self-preservation. owing. when addressed. but he and Hareton are detestable companions. It seemed so dismal to go up-stairs. and the click of my snuffers as I removed at intervals the long wick of the candle. µThe doleful silence was broken at length by the sound of the kitchen latch: Heathcliff had returned from his watch earlier than usual.worked up to forget the fiendish prudence he boasted of. so I fairly broke free. I¶m often obliged to seek the kitchen and their society. I establish a table and chair at one corner of the house fire. It was very. in suicidal low spirits. He had ceased drinking at a point below irrationality. Hareton and Joseph were probably fast asleep in bed. Earnshaw should have been at the funeral. and if ever I come into his hands again he is welcome to a signal revenge. and instead. his head leant on his hand. to the sudden storm. with the wild snow blowing outside. as fit for the church as for a dance. and less furious. and he is saved ³so as by fire. never to be restored. He has just come home at dawn. very sad: and while I read I sighed. and my thoughts continually reverting to the kirk-yard and the new-made grave! I dared hardly lift my eyes from the page before me. was curiously confounded with his own black father! After concluding these precious orisons²and they lasted generally till he grew hoarse and his voice was strangled in his throat²he would be off again. and to move up and down the house less with the foot of a frightened thief than formerly. Consequently. µYesterday. and God. and had neither stirred nor spoken during two or three hours. and hear his awful talk. He is quieter now than he used to be. Whether the angels have fed him. praying like a Methodist: only the deity he implored is senseless dust and ashes. µI recovered spirits sufficient to bear Joseph¶s eternal lectures without weeping. and proceeded to murderous violence. looking himself in²as if anybody dreamt of coveting his company! There he has continued. µHeathcliff²I shudder to name him! has been a stranger in the house from last Sunday till today. and he does not interfere with my arrangements. and give him into custody! For me. Mr. than with ³t¶ little maister´ and his staunch supporter. or his kin beneath. which shook the windows every now and then. Joseph affirms he¶s sure he¶s an altered man: that the Lord has touched his heart. I cannot tell. the faint crackling of the coals. µYester-evening I sat in my nook reading some old books till late on towards twelve. he sat down by the fire and swallowed gin or brandy by tumblerfuls. you know. grieved as I was about Catherine. I¶d rather sit with Hindley. when he is not. He kept himself sober for the purpose²tolerably sober: not going to bed mad at six o¶clock and getting up drunk at twelve. but he has not eaten a meal with us for nearly a week. if no one provokes him: more sullen and depressed. You wouldn¶t think that I should cry at anything Joseph could say. and gone up-stairs to his chamber. it was impossible to avoid regarding this season of deliverance from degrading oppression as a holiday. Hindley sat opposite. as was the case this week. perhaps meditating on the same subject. Earnshaw may occupy himself. That entrance .

in rather a triumphant tone. Earnshaw has a mind to shoot you. addressing me by some elegant term that I don¶t care to repeat. Catherine is gone. however.´ I retorted again. I snatched it away. you²´ he answered. µ³I shall not meddle in the matter.was fastened.´ he exclaimed. and he¶ll be my ruin. ³have each a great debt to settle with the man out yonder! If we were neither of us cowards. and would have turned down the candle. which induced my companion. and not once attempt a repayment?´ µ³I¶m weary of enduring now. who had been staring towards the door. and I. if you persist in endeavouring to enter. and before that clock strikes²it wants three minutes of one²you¶re a free woman!´ µHe took the implements which I described to you in my letter from his breast.´ . I rose with an irrepressible expression of what I felt on my lips. µ³You¶d better seek shelter somewhere else to-night!´ I exclaimed. I¶ll ask you to do nothing. ³and I¶d be glad of a retaliation that wouldn¶t recoil on myself. and seized his arm. ³Mr.´ µ³Treachery and violence are a just return for treachery and violence!´ cried Hindley. but treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends. can you? I¶m sure you would have as much pleasure as I in witnessing the conclusion of the fiend¶s existence. or reasoned with a lunatic.´ I answered. you may keep him out the whole night for me. he then came and brought his chair to the other side of my table. he¶ll be your death unless you overreach him. Let the door remain shut.´ I replied. if you please. and draw the bolts. Are you as soft as your brother? Are you willing to endure to the last. and by God I¶ll execute it!´ cried the desperate being. ³Come in and get shot. µ³I¶ll not hold my tongue!´ I said. to turn and look at me. ³Mrs. ³You won¶t object?´ µ³No. I¶ve done my duty.´ µ³You¶d better open the door. µ³I¶ll keep him out five minutes. ³I¶ll do you a kindness in spite of yourself. and we heard him coming round to get in by the other. Nobody alive would regret me. Heathcliff. leaning over it. ³Do! put the key in the look. The only resource left me was to run to a lattice and warn his intended victim of the fate which awaited him. and be quiet!´ µ³No! I¶ve formed my resolution. Tell me now. they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies. ³you mustn¶t touch him.´ µEarnshaw accomplished this ere his guest reached the front. but sit still and be dumb. and Hareton justice! And you needn¶t trouble your head to screen me. Damn the hellish villain! He knocks at the door as if he were master here already! Promise to hold your tongue.´ he said. but he discovered enough to encourage him to speak. we might combine to discharge it. and searching in my eyes for a sympathy with the burning hate that gleamed from his: as he both looked and felt like an assassin. though I cut my throat this minute²and it¶s time to make an end!´ µI might as well have struggled with a bear. or be ashamed. µ³You. he couldn¶t exactly find that.

´ I replied. µ³Isabella. that gushed from an artery or a large vein. The stanchions stood too close to suffer his shoulders to follow.´ as Joseph calls it. but the moment a blast of winter returns. you must run for shelter! Heathcliff. I¶d go stretch myself over her grave and die like a faithful dog. and unnerved by terror for the consequences of my taunting speech. now? what is ther to do. revealed by cold and wrath. and his sharp cannibal teeth. Hindley stands sentinel with a knife and loaded pistol. The world is surely not worth living in now. Being at liberty. and the knife. in my secret heart (and conscience never reproached me). gasping. And I. and dragged the apparently inanimate body on to the settle.´ µ³He¶s there. and his black countenance looked blightingly through. if I were you. Wish that he were dead.µWith that I shut the window and returned to my place by the fire. spitting and cursing during the operation as energetically as he had kicked before. His hair and clothes were whitened with snow. now?´ . having gathered by degrees the purport of my hasty tale. who. let me in. He then took a stone. He exerted preterhuman self-denial in abstaining from finishing him completely. thought what a blessing it would be for him should Heathcliff put him out of misery. the casement behind me was banged on to the floor by a blow from the latter individual. and I smiled. is he?´ exclaimed my companion. when he flung himself on Earnshaw¶s weapon and wrenched it from his grasp. having too small a stock of hypocrisy at my command to pretend any anxiety for the danger that menaced him. as he descended the steps two at once. slitting up the flesh as it passed on. µThe charge exploded. Earnshaw swore passionately at me: affirming that I loved the villain yet. and dashed his head repeatedly against the flags. Ellen. but you don¶t know all. I lost no time in seeking the old servant. I wouldn¶t have aided or abetted an attempt on even his life for anything.´ he said. in springing back. There he tore off the sleeve of Earnshaw¶s coat. closed into its owner¶s wrist. µ³Hindley will be there before me. Heathcliff pulled it away by main force. meantime. gleamed through the dark. and calling me all sorts of names for the base spirit I evinced. The ruffian kicked and trampled on him. µ³What is ther to do. I must. and thrust it dripping into his pocket. His adversary had fallen senseless with excessive pain and the flow of blood. you¶ll set me down as really wicked. and what a blessing for me should he send Heathcliff to his right abode! As I sat nursing these reflections. and therefore I was fearfully disappointed. exulting in my fancied security. rushing to the gap. holding me with one hand. or I¶ll make you repent!´ he ³girned. to prevent me summoning Joseph. struck down the division between two windows. so don¶t judge. µ³I cannot commit murder. and bound up the wound with brutal roughness.´ I answered: ³and that¶s a poor love of yours that cannot bear a shower of snow! We were left at peace in our beds as long as the summer moon shone. he finally desisted. hurried below.´ µ³Let me in by the kitchen door. is it? You had distinctly impressed on me the idea that Catherine was the whole joy of your life: I can¶t imagine how you think of surviving her loss. ³Mr. but getting out of breath. ³If I can get my arm out I can hit him!´ µI¶m afraid. and sprang in.

I¶m not going to nurse him. especially with my hardly-wrung replies. Earnshaw was sitting by the fire. aware that his opponent was ignorant of the treatment received while insensible. ³that your master¶s mad. his evil genius. and then rose. Mr. His forehead. that I once thought so manly. Neither appeared inclined to dine. ³You shall do that. and kneeling in the corner beside him. standing over me. I was in the condition of mind to be shocked at nothing: in fact. I forgot you.´ thundered Heathcliff. who steadily concluded his supplications. I departed to my own room. he left us. marvelling that I had escaped so easily. and flung a towel to him. perhaps. I was gratified. I commenced alone. heaving with malevolence. and should he last another month. and sealed in an expression of unspeakable sadness. do you. about half an hour before noon. you toothless hound? Don¶t stand muttering and mumbling there. and Hindley stretched himself on the hearthstone. as. almost as gaunt and ghastly. Wash that stuff away. However. I¶ll have him to an asylum. It required a great deal of labour to satisfy the old man that Heathcliff was not the aggressor. going round Earnshaw¶s seat. and mind the sparks of your candle²it is more than half brandy!´ µ³And so ye¶ve been murthering on him?´ exclaimed Joseph. for the lashes were wet then: his lips devoid of their ferocious sneer. I ventured on the unusual liberty of drawing near the fire. and I experienced a certain sense of satisfaction and superiority. and. and contemplated his features almost as confidently as if they had been turned to stone. µ³Oh. vowing he would set off for the Grange directly. And you conspire with him against me. I was as reckless as some malefactors show themselves at the foot of the gallows. Down with you. Joseph hastened to administer a dose of spirits.¶ . Linton was a magistrate. Heathcliff. that Heathcliff deemed it expedient to compel from my lips a recapitulation of what had taken place. lifting his hands and eyes in horror.´ said the tyrant. as I reluctantly delivered the account in answer to his questions. after giving this judicious counsel. He was so obstinate in his resolution. was shaded with a heavy cloud. and weeping. µHeathcliff did not glance my way. but instead of proceeding to dry it up. leant against the chimney. And how the devil did you come to fasten me out. and pitched me beside Joseph. having waited till all was cold on the table. and said he should not notice his atrocious conduct further. To my joy. and felt the comfort of a quiet conscience within me. I cast a look towards my silent companions. that is work fit for you!´ µHe shook me till my teeth rattled. µThis morning. I couldn¶t miss this chance of sticking in a dart: his weakness was the only time when I could taste the delight of paying wrong for wrong. deadly sick.µ³There¶s this to do. In his case. Had it been another. and. which excited my laughter from its odd phraseology. but advised him to get to bed. when I came down. viper? There. and that I now think so diabolical. ignoble as it seems to insult a fallen enemy. and by their succour his master presently regained motion and consciousness. Earnshaw soon convinced him that he was alive still. After I had done. at intervals. he joined his hands and began a prayer. Mr. called him deliriously intoxicated. his basilisk eyes were nearly quenched by sleeplessness. I would have covered my face in the presence of such grief. and I gazed up. he should inquire into this. and though he had fifty wives dead. Nothing hindered me from eating heartily. Mr. Come. ³If iver I seed a seeght loike this! May the Lord²´ µHeathcliff gave him a push on to his knees in the middle of the blood.

writhing to rise.´ he replied. the fiend which usually looked out. last night. than the spirit of the person who said it. His attention was roused. µbut what misery laid on Heathcliff could content me. . The clouded windows of hell flashed a moment towards me. It¶s well people don¶t really rise from their grave.´ was my next remark. I¶d go to hell with joy. ³but what do you mean? Did he dare to strike me when I was down?´ µ³He trampled on and kicked you.´ said the mourner.´ groaned the impatient man. But it is utterly impossible I can ever be revenged. and sinking back in despair. if God would but give me strength to strangle him in my last agony. and the rest fiend. surely that ought to suffice you. µI guessed he uttered those words. or. if I might cause his sufferings and he might know that I was the cause. for every wrench of agony return a wrench: reduce him to my level.¶ she continued. she might have witnessed a repulsive scene! Are not you bruised. and asked him how he was. because he¶s only half man: not so much. µOne might suppose you had never opened a Bible in your life. µ³Nay. absorbed in his anguish. if I may take an eye for an eye. On only one condition can I hope to forgive him. every one knows your sister would have been living now had it not been for Mr. ³Catherine used to boast that she stood between you and bodily harm: she meant that certain persons would not hurt you for fear of offending her. I stared full at him. however. As he was the first to injure. like me. Earnshaw looked up. and laughed scornfully.´ µMost likely.´ I observed aloud. µ³Get up. When I recollect how happy we were²how happy Catherine was before he came²I¶m fit to curse the day. I might show you some generosity. unless I have a hand in it? I¶d rather he suffered less.µFie. I saw. who. fie. it¶s enough that he has murdered one of you. and then²why then. Miss!¶ I interrupted. ³And his mouth watered to tear you with his teeth. convinced of his inadequacy for the struggle. ³At the Grange. Hindley wanted some water. It is. Ellen. no wonder. every inch of me is as sore as if I had been fighting with a legion of imps!´ µ³Yes. and dashed you on the ground. and therefore I cannot forgive him. Heathcliff noticed more the truth of what was said. and begone out of my sight. the plainer his reflections revealed their blackness through his features. Heathcliff. to the countenance of our mutual foe. though his voice was hardly intelligible.´ he answered. ³But leaving out my arm. If God afflict your enemies. It is both mean and presumptuous to add your torture to his!¶ µIn general I¶ll allow that it would be. make him the first to implore pardon. and I handed him a glass. and he drew his breath in suffocating sighs. Ellen. at least.´ µMr. Oh. was so dimmed and drowned that I did not fear to hazard another sound of derision. a tooth for a tooth. I owe him so much. After all. µ³Oh. for his eyes rained down tears among the ashes. µ³Not as ill as I wish. it is preferable to be hated than loved by him. seemed insensible to anything around him: the longer he stood.´ I whispered. and cut over your chest and shoulders?´ µ³I can¶t say.

and made them black and red. do they?¶ µI don¶t think they wish you to know anything about it. he snatched a dinner-knife from the table and flung it at my head. µBut I¶ll have it. in fact. then. never to revisit this neighbourhood: but a regular correspondence was established between her and my master when things were more settled. from the first. so instead of endeavouring to reach me. and. for her sake. and took a drink of tea. and flew down the steep road. and a great shawl I had brought. He was christened Linton. holding myself ready to flee. I believe her new abode was in the south. µwhen I want it. then she rose. Heathcliff. when he saw me. Still. wretched idiot. inquired where she lived. that she¶s dead. and bidding me put on her bonnet. She was driven away. smiled grimly. rolling over banks. only she must beware of coming to her brother: she should not be with him. bestowed a similar salute on me. leaped. They may reckon on that!¶ . and her² ´ µ³Get up. and. both her place of residence and the existence of the child. she would soon have presented a similar picture! She wouldn¶t have borne your abominable behaviour quietly: her detestation and disgust must have found voice. and turning a deaf ear to my entreaties for her to remain another hour. I see her in Hindley: Hindley has exactly her eyes. quitting its windings.¶ Isabella ceased speaking. near London. she stepped on to a chair. shot direct across the moor. and assumed the ridiculous. degrading title of Mrs. He often asked about the infant. Now. before I stamp you to death!´ he cried. ³But I loved Catherine too. towards the beacon-light of the Grange.¶ he said. I knocked over Hareton. I shall supply.¶ I answered. and descended to the carriage. and on hearing its name. accompanied by Fanny.µ³I beg your pardon. Though I would give no information. I suppose. contemptible. ³if poor Catherine had trusted you. And far rather would I be condemned to a perpetual dwelling in the infernal regions than. who yelped wild with joy at recovering her mistress. which. checked by the embrace of his host. peevish creature. but.´ I replied. I sprang to the door and delivered another. µ³But then. meeting me one day in the village. he didn¶t molest her: for which forbearance she might thank his aversion.´ I continued. who was hanging a litter of puppies from a chair-back in the doorway. even for one night. and her brother requires attendance. In my flight through the kitchen I bid Joseph speed to his master. abide beneath the roof of Wuthering Heights again. It struck beneath my ear. and observed: µThey wish me to hate it too. I refused to tell. I bounded. blessed as a soul escaped from purgatory. if he had to keep her himself. there she had a son born a few months subsequent to her escape. and wading through marshes: precipitating myself. pulling it out. and both fell locked together on the hearth. he discovered. she reported him to be an ailing. if you had not tried to gouge them out. through some of the other servants. which I hope went a little deeper than his missile. He remarked that it was not of any moment. Mr.´ µThe back of the settle and Earnshaw¶s person interposed between me and him. Heathcliff. kissed Edgar¶s and Catherine¶s portraits. and stopped the sentence I was uttering. making a movement that caused me to make one also. The last glimpse I caught of him was a furious rush on his part.

The end of Earnshaw was what might have been expected. when Linton was twelve. never got a very succinct account of his state preceding it. Lockwood. he seemed regardless of the puny successor to the departed: that coldness melted as fast as snow in April. and God comforted him. avoided the village on all occasions. and that¶s the same. as well as I can. Mr. instead of trying to save her. has shown himself sadly the worse and the weaker man. Who¶s given us the slip now. do you think?¶ µWho?¶ I asked in a flurry. at the Grange. you¶ll think you will. and that together. When his ship struck. riding into the yard one morning. He recalled her memory with ardent. But you¶ll not want to hear my moralising. and yet a connection with her. We. tender love. you¶ll judge. and a melancholy sweeter than common joy. Hindley. For a few days. µAnd nip up the corner of your apron: I¶m certain you¶ll need it. Grief. the captain abandoned his post. as he had never called the first Catherine short: probably because Heathcliff had a habit of doing so. and slinging his bridle on a hook by the door. and his attachment sprang from its relation to her. or early morning before other wanderers were abroad. I used to draw a comparison between him and Hindley Earnshaw. µit¶s yours and my turn to go into mourning at present. Nelly. I said. and visits to the grave of his wife. guess!¶ he returned. I thought in my mind. whom he abhorred with an intensity which the mildness of his nature would scarcely seem to allow. I saw it pleased him that his sister had left her husband. dismounting. all that I did learn was on occasion of going to aid in the preparations for the funeral. where he doubted not she was gone. and spent a life of entire seclusion within the limits of his park and grounds. And he had earthly consolation and affections also. that he refrained from going anywhere where he was likely to see or hear of Heathcliff. One hoped. On the day succeeding Isabella¶s unexpected visit I had no opportunity of speaking to my master: he shunned conversation. They had both been fond husbands. or a little more. transformed him into a complete hermit: he threw up his office of magistrate. mostly at evening. with apparently the stronger head. it followed fast on his sister¶s: there were scarcely six months between them. and was fit for discussing nothing. But he was too good to be thoroughly unhappy long. Linton. ceased even to attend church. too early not to alarm me with an instant presentiment of bad news. some thirteen years after the decease of Catherine. When I could get him to listen. and the crew. It was named Catherine. but he never called it the name in full. displayed the true courage of a loyal and faithful soul: he trusted God. Time brought resignation.¶ . leaving no hope for their luckless vessel. and I could not see how they shouldn¶t both have taken the same road.Fortunately its mother died before the time arrived. and perplex myself to explain satisfactorily why their conduct was so opposite in similar circumstances. and hopeful aspiring to the better world. on the contrary. So deep and sensitive was his aversion. only varied by solitary rambles on the moors. Kenneth came to announce the event to my master. The little one was always Cathy: it formed to him a distinction from the mother.¶ said he. far more than from its being his own. and were righteously doomed to endure them. and were both attached to their children. Mr. He didn¶t pray for Catherine¶s soul to haunt him. and the other despaired: they chose their own lots. µWell. and ere the tiny thing could stammer a word or totter a step it wielded a despot¶s sceptre in his heart. rushed into riot and confusion. all these things: at least. for good or evil. But. µWhy.

He was unfit for attending to such matters then. and at length permitted me to go. that idea would bother me: it was so tiresomely pertinacious that I resolved on requesting leave to go to Wuthering Heights. µWhat! would you have tears for him?¶ said the doctor. it seems. One can¶t help missing an old companion: though he had the worst tricks with him that ever man imagined. µthe whole property is mortgaged. I sat down in the porch and wept as for a blood relation. and look over the concerns of his brother-in-law. Heathcliff said he did not perceive that I was wanted. expressed satisfaction at my presence.¶ he remarked. µand my wicked gossip: though he¶s been too wild for me this long while. He¶s barely twenty-seven.µNot Mr. that he may be inclined to deal leniently towards him. but I pleaded eloquently for the friendless condition in which he lay. I happened to leave him ten minutes yesterday afternoon. but I might stay and order the arrangements for the funeral. in the absence of nearer kin. and assist in the last duties to the dead. then. I¶ve just seen him. he ought to act as its guardian. and there he was. and stark. He¶s rapidly regaining flesh since he lost his better half. Kenneth?¶ I repeated impatiently. affirming. Besides. Mr.¶ he replied. without ceremony of any kind. and I said my old master and foster-brother had a claim on my services as strong as his own. who appeared in sufficient distress. and Joseph. He shook his head. but not till the beast had changed into carrion: he was both dead and cold. and the sole chance for the natural heir is to allow him an opportunity of creating some interest in the creditor¶s heart. and in that interval he fastened the two doors of the house against me. I sent for Kenneth. desiring Mr. and advised that Heathcliff should be let alone. Kenneth to get another servant to introduce him to the master. There! I said we should draw water. Poor lad! I¶m sorry. and he came. if the truth were known. and. but muttered: . that¶s your own age: who would have thought you were born in one year?¶ I confess this blow was greater to me than the shock of Mrs. His lawyer had been Earnshaw¶s also: I called at the village. But cheer up! He died true to his character: drunk as a lord. µHis father died in debt. surely?¶ I exclaimed.¶ When I reached the Heights. I explained that I had come to see everything carried on decently. Mr. but he bid me speak to his lawyer. and so you¶ll allow it was useless making more stir about him!¶ The old servant confirmed this statement. I could not hinder myself from pondering on the question²µHad he had fair play?¶ Whatever I did. and asked him to accompany me.¶ he said. and he ought to and must inquire how the property was left. for we heard him sporting like a horse. µNo. too. and has done me many a rascally turn.¶ µWho is it. Linton¶s death: ancient associations lingered round my heart. I reminded him that the child Hareton was his wife¶s nephew. Linton was extremely reluctant to consent. µHindley Earnshaw! Your old friend Hindley. and he has spent the night in drinking himself to death deliberately! We broke in this morning. Heathcliff¶s a tough young fellow: he looks blooming to-day. µCorrectly. Hareton would be found little else than a beggar. µthat fool¶s body should he buried at the cross-roads. laid over the settle: flaying and scalping would not have wakened him. Mr. if I chose. Heathcliff.

but I divined its meaning. careless deportment. continued Mrs. Mr. with the Earnshaws¶ handsome dark eyes. in his turn. in her own way. µThat boy must go back with me to Thrushcross Grange. For the rest. and lives in his own house as a servant. but I¶ll be pretty sure to make the other come! Remember to tell him. µwe¶ll not argue the subject now: but I have a fancy to try my hand at rearing a young one. though not rough. Heathcliff. He had the hypocrisy to represent a mourner: and previous to following with Hareton.¶ I replied. and he. with peculiar gusto. following that dismal period were the happiest of my life: my greatest troubles in their passage rose from our little lady¶s trifling illnesses. and stroked his cheek. before the heath blossomed a second time over Mrs. I don¶t engage to let Hareton go undisputed. and observed tartly. and qualified by a heart sensitive and lively to excess in its affections. because of his friendlessness. and his ignorance that he has been wronged. he desired me to remember that the money for the whole affair came out of his pocket. Linton²that Earnshaw had mortgaged every yard of land he owned for cash to supply his mania for gaming. something like exultation in his aspect: it was just when the people were bearing the coffin from the house. Dean. I repeated its substance on my return. In that manner Hareton. CHAPTER XVIII The twelve years. There is nothing in the world less yours than he is!¶ µDoes Linton say so?¶ he demanded. who should now be the first gentleman in the neighbourhood. sir. but the Lintons¶ fair skin and small features. if he attempt to remove it. my bonny lad. he lifted the unfortunate child on to the table and muttered. and yellow curling hair. proved it to Mr. The guest was now the master of Wuthering Heights: he held firm possession. She was the most winning thing that ever brought sunshine into a desolate house: a real beauty in face. deprived of the advantage of wages: quite unable to right himself. she grew like a larch. spoke no more of interfering. Linton¶s dust. after the first six months.µI¶d rayther he¶d goan hisseln for t¶ doctor! I sud ha. He maintained a hard. so intimate to your master that I must supply the place of this with my own. which she had to experience in common with all children. indicative of neither joy nor sorrow: if anything. . you are mine! And we¶ll see if one tree won¶t grow as crooked as another. Her spirit was high. had he been ever so willing. and proved to the attorney²who. it expressed a flinty gratification at a piece of difficult work successfully executed. I observed once. was the mortgagee. indeed. was reduced to a state of complete dependence on his father¶s inveterate enemy. naught o¶ t¶ soart!¶ I insisted on the funeral being respectable.¶ taen tent o¶ t¶ maister better nor him²and he warn¶t deead when I left.¶ This hint was enough to bind our hands. Heathcliff said I might have my own way there too: only. and Edgar Linton. I¶m not aware that he could have done it to any purpose. µWell. with the same wind to twist it!¶ The unsuspecting thing was pleased at this speech: he played with Heathcliff¶s whiskers. rich and poor. little interested at the commencement. µNow.¶ said the scoundrel. and could walk and talk too. µOf course²he has ordered me to take him.

However. µyou could not climb them.¶ replied I. Ellen?¶ µPapa would tell you. it must be acknowledged.¶ One of the maids mentioning the Fairy Cave. except her own home. when I am a woman. that indulged children invariably acquire. and she had a gentle voice and pensive expression: her anger was never furious. Heathcliff did not exist for her: she was a perfect recluse. Fortunately. µNow. on rare occasions. are much nicer. with hardly enough earth in their clefts to nourish a stunted tree. it was always²µI shall tell papa!¶ And if he reproved her. her love never fierce: it was deep and tender. and Thrushcross Park is the finest place in the world. If a servant chanced to vex her. I explained that they were bare masses of stone. Miss Cathy. and he promised she should have the journey when she got older. Till she reached the age of thirteen she had not once been beyond the range of the park by herself. Mr. hastily. µThen I can go.¶ µAnd what are those golden rocks like when you stand under them?¶ she once asked. and the whole extent of landscape besides lay in shadow. they are too high and steep. she had faults to foil her gifts. but he trusted her to no one else. and did honour to his teaching. and.That capacity for intense attachments reminded me of her mother: still she did not resemble her: for she could be soft and mild as a dove. But Miss Catherine measured her age by months.¶ I answered. and made it an amusement. even by a look. A propensity to be saucy was one. curiosity and a quick intellect made her an apt scholar: she learned rapidly and eagerly. µthat they are not worth the trouble of visiting. Sometimes. apparently. she would observe² µEllen. µAnd I should delight to look round me from the brow of that tallest point: my little pony Minny shall take me some time. especially when the setting sun shone on it and the topmost heights. Linton about it. µBecause they are a great deal higher up than we are. µAnd why are they bright so long after it is evening here?¶ she pursued. and. Has papa been. and I don¶t know those. am I old enough to go to . and deep into summer I have found snow under that black hollow on the north-east side!¶ µOh. Wuthering Heights and Mr. and a perverse will. perfectly contented. you would have thought it a heart-breaking business: I don¶t believe he ever did speak a harsh word to her.¶ she murmured to herself. In winter the frost is always there before it comes to us. Linton would take her with him a mile or so outside. indeed. you have been on them!¶ she cried gleefully. too. The abrupt descent of Penistone Crags particularly attracted her notice. He took her education entirely on himself.¶ I would answer. how long will it be before I can walk to the top of those hills? I wonder what lies on the other side²is it the sea?¶ µNo. µit is hills again. where you ramble with him. Miss. while surveying the country from her nursery window. quite turned her head with a desire to fulfil this project: she teased Mr. just like these. the chapel. whether they be good tempered or cross. The moors. the only building she had approached or entered. Gimmerton was an unsubstantial name in her ears.¶ µBut I know the park.

where it is lowest. even under my escort he did not calculate on her going unaccompanied. and said she was that day an Arabian merchant. The naughty thing never made her appearance at tea.¶ he replied: µshe would have me to cut her a hazel switch. . and rapidly consuming life towards the close. and at last went wandering in search of her myself. µNot yet. with reiterated orders that she must not wander out of the park. fretful weariness.¶ I said Mrs. There was a labourer working at a fence round a plantation.¶ You may guess how I felt at hearing this news. I used to send her on her travels round the grounds²now on foot.Penistone Crags?¶ was the constant question in her mouth. and I thought she would scarcely venture forth alone. as he had been with her: his father. and she sprang up as gay as a fairy. pushing through a gap which the man was repairing. and slung them in a basket on one side of the saddle. a kind of fever. one morning. returned. so she received as constantly the answer. I got together good store of dainties. too sad for either reading or playing: in that quiet state she caused me little trouble. the hound. nor the pony. Catherine came to me. to run up and down amusing her. had no desire to assume the burden of his maintenance or education. and now on a pony. he flew to answer this. she would fain convince herself. and galloped out of sight. What her last illness was. and three camels. indulging her with a patient audience of all her real and imaginary adventures when she returned. Unluckily. my confidence proved misplaced. going to cross the Desert with his caravan. Heathcliff lived above a dozen years after quitting her husband. commanding Catherine to my peculiar vigilance. µWhat will become of her?¶ I ejaculated. mile after mile. µI saw her at morn. for she had much to settle. slow at its commencement. She wrote to inform her brother of the probable conclusion of a four-months¶ indisposition under which she had suffered. and come back early. Her family were of a delicate constitution: she and Edgar both lacked the ruddy health that you will generally meet in these parts. and I must give her plenty of provision for herself and beasts: a horse. and trotted off with a merry laugh. on the borders of the grounds. Edgar had not the heart to pass it. being an old dog and fond of its ease. because the gates were generally looked. Her hope was that Linton might be left with him. and then the evenings were spent in recounting her fanciful tales. in his absence. My master hesitated not a moment in complying with her request: reluctant as he was to leave home at ordinary calls. The first day or two my charge sat in a corner of the library. He was away three weeks. I did not fear her breaking bounds. and deliver Linton safely into his hands. I am not certain: I conjecture. One traveller. and making straight to the high-road. I inquired of him if he had seen our young lady. mocking my cautious counsel to avoid galloping. at eight o¶clock. if possible. and then she leapt her Galloway over the hedge yonder. and she took such a taste for this solitary rambling that she often contrived to remain out from breakfast till tea. and that path. and too old then. sheltered by her wide-brimmed hat and gauze veil from the July sun. The summer shone in full prime. personated by a large hound and a couple of pointers. if they had stood wide open. I walked as if for a wager. but incurable. they died of the same thing. love: not yet. It struck me directly she must have started for Penistone Crags. I hit on a method by which she might entertain herself. but neither Cathy. The road thither wound close by Wuthering Heights. and she wished to bid him adieu. but it was succeeded by an interval of impatient. and being too busy. and entreated him to come to her. nor the two pointers were visible in any direction: I despatched emissaries down this path.

at first. is he?¶ I panted. you naughty. no. Hareton offered to go with her. answered: she had been servant there since the death of Mr. µI shall have a pretty story to tell to-night. She¶s here safe: but I¶m glad it isn¶t the master. µand been killed. and so you¶ve found me out. naughty girl!¶ µAha. and retreating to the chimney out of my reach. come!¶ I repeated. Miss Cathy: you¶ve done extremely wrong! It¶s no use pouting and crying: that won¶t repay the trouble I¶ve had.¶ I reflected. afeard you should be uneasy. let us have no petulance. gaily.¶ µHe is not at home then. the fiercest of the pointers. and nobody will put faith in you any more. Ellen!¶ she cried.¶ she replied: µboth he and Joseph are off. µNo. for shame! You thirteen years old. Oh. Dean. To think how Mr. and. far or near. in hurrying by the farmhouse.till a turn brought me in view of the Heights. and you stealing off so! It shows you are a cunning little fox. µI¶ll tie the riband. µPapa charged me nothing: he¶ll not scold me. µyou are come a-seeking your little mistress! Don¶t be frightened. and that is four from the Grange. Heathcliff¶s place. instantly checked. Her hat was hung against the wall. rocking herself in a little chair that had been her mother¶s when a child. and she seemed perfectly at home.¶ said the servant.¶ said she. quite breathless with quick walking and alarm. till papa comes back.¶ said I. µI¶m dreadfully grieved at you. like you!¶ µCome. Mrs.¶ . with swelled head and bleeding ear. and I think they won¶t return this hour or more. Have you ever been here in your life before?¶ µPut that hat on. in the best spirits imaginable.¶ I entered. I opened the wicket and ran to the door. A woman whom I knew. Miss!¶ I exclaimed. I¶ll not trust you over the threshold again. or broken some of her bones?¶ My suspense was truly painful. and such a baby!¶ This exclamation was caused by her pushing the hat from her head. knocking vehemently for admittance. µNay. and beheld my stray lamb seated on the hearth.¶ µWhat have I done?¶ sobbed she. Ellen²he¶s never cross. µAh. scouring the country after you. Now. µVery well. strong lad of eighteen²who stared at her with considerable curiosity and astonishment: comprehending precious little of the fluent succession of remarks and questions which her tongue never ceased pouring forth. so I began to fear night would fall ere I could reach them. The Crags lie about a mile and a half beyond Mr. and home at once. jumping up and running to my side. it gave me delightful relief to observe. lying under a window. Step in and rest you a bit. and who formerly lived at Gimmerton. µdon¶t be hard on the bonny lass. µThis is your last ride. Linton charged me to keep you in. concealing my joy under an angry countenance. laughing and chattering. but no Catherine could I detect. and I thought he should: it¶s a wild road over the hills. µAnd what if she should have slipped in clambering among them. Earnshaw. Charlie. to Hareton²now a great. We made her stop: she¶d fain have ridden forwards.

shouldn¶t he. Where is the pony. though they were just his own. Ellen. I say. and begone. too awkward to speak.¶ he replied. isn¶t it?¶ said she.¶ µIt¶s your father¶s. µHe talked about ³our house. ran like a mouse over and under and behind the furniture. get my horse. Hareton and the woman laughed. and turned away. Come. He could not stand a steady gaze from her eyes. Miss Cathy! you see you have got into pretty company. Miss Cathy. µDamned²thou saucy witch!¶ he replied. let us seek for Minny ourselves. and blushing bashfully. so please yourself. if you were aware whose house this is you¶d be glad enough to get out. µAnd you may come with me.²µWell. addressing her unknown kinsman as she would one of the stableboys at the Grange. µIt will be dark in ten minutes. I want to see where the goblin-hunter rises in the marsh. Miss Cathy? And where is Phoenix? I shall leave you. I shall tell papa what you said. and don¶t deserve to hear.¶ cried she. µYou¶ll see me what!¶ asked Catherine in surprise. in great irritation. and on my giving chase.¶ I picked up her hat. till I cried. µWho is his master?¶ continued the tiresome girl.´ I thought he had been the owner¶s son.²Now. staring fixed in astonishment. but you are in a bad temper. turning to Hareton.Hareton. I silently shook my questioner.¶ she said. µhow dare he speak so to me? Mustn¶t he be made to do as I ask him? You wicked creature. and waxed more impertinent still. muttered an oath. He coloured deeper. looking down.´ and ³our folk. µNice words to be used to a young lady! Pray don¶t begin to dispute with him. then!¶ . stood with his hands in his pockets. µWhose then²your master¶s?¶ she asked.¶ she replied. she commenced capering round the room. during the discussion. but perceiving that the people of the house took her part. rendering it ridiculous for me to pursue. µNow.¶ µThe pony is in the yard. µNay. disregarding the woman¶s interference. He¶s bitten²and so is Charlie. unless you be quick. and she joined them. as you call them: but make haste! What¶s the matter? Get my horse. and to hear about the fairishes.¶ µI¶ll see thee damned before I be thy servant!¶ growled the lad. if he¶s a servant?¶ Hareton grew black as a thunder-cloud at this childish speech. appealing to me.¶ µBut. µThere. and approached to reinstate it. I was going to tell you all about it. with a different feeling.¶ I interposed. µand Phoenix is shut in there. And he never said Miss: he should have done. and at last succeeded in equipping her for departure. µHow long am I to wait?¶ I continued. though he looked as if he did not relish my intrusion.

who was a well-made.¶ so at present he laid the whole burden of Hareton¶s faults on the shoulders of the usurper of his property. Ellen!¶ she went on. never led a single step towards virtue. good-looking in features. upset at the bare notion of relationship with such a clown. to be sure. having fetched the pony round to the door.Hareton did not appear to feel this threat. thanks to his fearless nature. be not the master¶s son. communicated by the former. to propitiate her. with a scornful laugh. evidence of a wealthy soil. he¶s your cousin: and I was never hired to serve you. to watch him go the worst .¶ µHe my cousin!¶ cried Cathy. Pausing in her lamentations. athletic youth. never rebuked for any bad habit which did not annoy his keeper. Hareton. Hareton. and. and compelling him to seek solace in drink by what he termed their µoffald ways. µYou bring the pony. and feeling as confident that Catherine¶s first thought on her father¶s return would be to seek an explanation of the latter¶s assertion concerning her rude-bred kindred. when children. µPapa is gone to fetch my cousin from London: my cousin is a gentleman¶s son. of putting the master past his patience. notwithstanding. and putting it into her hand. then burst forth anew. which offered no temptation to that course of oppression: he had none of the timid susceptibility that would have given zest to ill-treatment. because he was the head of the old family. µYes. Heathcliff. turning to the woman. Ellen! don¶t let them say such things.¶ µHe¶s not²he¶s not my cousin. yet. as a boy. and wept outright. I believe. µHush.¶ she pursued in great trouble. µpeople can have many cousins and of all sorts. Miss Cathy. If the lad swore. Heathcliff. or guarded by a single precept against vice. that might yield luxuriant crops under other and favourable circumstances. apparently. a fine crooked-legged terrier whelp from the kennel. And from what I heard. in Heathcliff¶s judgment. she surveyed him with a glance of awe and horror. Good things lost amid a wilderness of weeds. being reported to Mr. and stout and healthy. so the tears sprang into her eyes with indignation.¶ responded her reprover. had not treated him physically ill. hush!¶ I whispered. bid her whist! for he meant nought. having no doubt of Linton¶s approaching arrival. and flinging herself into my arms for refuge from the idea. indeed. And as he had been in the habit of accusing Catherine Earnshaw and Heathcliff. µOh. gathering fresh grief from reflection. Though Mr. µand let my dog free this moment!¶ µSoftly. without being any the worse for it.¶ she exclaimed. I thought I could detect in his physiognomy a mind owning better qualities than his father ever possessed. by a narrow-minded partiality which prompted him to flatter and pet him. but attired in garments befitting his daily occupations of working on the farm and lounging among the moors after rabbits and game. there. He appeared to have bent his malevolence on making him a brute: he was never taught to read or write. only they needn¶t keep their company. I could scarcely refrain from smiling at this antipathy to the poor fellow. Still. I was much vexed at her and the servant for their mutual revelations. if they be disagreeable and bad. It gave Joseph satisfaction. Mr. That my²¶ she stopped. whose rankness far over-topped their neglected growth. he wouldn¶t correct him: nor however culpably he behaved. recovering from his disgust at being taken for a servant. Miss.¶ answered she addressed: µyou¶ll lose nothing by being civil. he took. Joseph contributed much to his deterioration. seemed moved by her distress.

They had a smart battle. good or bad. and Cathy couldn¶t bear that prospect: she pledged her word.¶ and µangel. I could gather. she was a sweet little girl. he would perhaps be so angry that I should have to leave. and we set out for home. before their owners could separate them: that formed an introduction. but I insisted most on the fact. is not making progress with my story. she who was always µlove. and the scenes of riot common in Hindley¶s time were not now enacted within its walls. but the house. announced the day of my master¶s return. He opened the mysteries of the Fairy Cave. and demanded her own dogs. Hareton¶s blood would be required at his hands. Miss Cathy rejected the peace-offering of the terrier. and where she was going. and Heathcliff¶s housekeeper hurt hers by calling him her cousin. and hard work I had to obtain a promise that she would not lay the grievance before her father. and indulged most sanguine anticipations of the innumerable excellencies of her µreal¶ cousin. inside.¶ and µqueen. I don¶t pretend to be intimately acquainted with the mode of living customary in those days at Wuthering Heights: I only speak from hearsay.¶ and µdarling. I was not favoured with a description of the interesting objects she saw. to walk with her down through the grounds to meet them. After all. attended by some canine followers. . for I saw little. who attacked her train. and he wrote to bid me get mourning for his daughter. but then he reflected that Heathcliff must answer for it. and a cruel hard landlord to his tenants.¶ with everybody at the Grange. and she arrived without adventure to the gate of the farm-house. Since early morning she had been busy ordering her own small affairs. had he dared. Then the language he had held to her rankled in her heart. Joseph had instilled into him a pride of name. and now attired in her new black frock²poor thing! her aunt¶s death impressed her with no definite sorrow²she obliged me. Charlie and Phoenix. every one of us. and kept it for my sake. by constant worrying. Catherine told Hareton who she was. when Hareton happened to issue forth. The evening of their expected arrival came. Catherine ran wild with joy at the idea of welcoming her father back. But. They came limping and hanging their heads. and twenty other queer places. that if she revealed my negligence of his orders. the goal of her pilgrimage was Penistone Crags. and arrange a room. and there lay immense consolation in that thought. The master was too gloomy to seek companionship with any people. CHAPTER XIX A letter. Isabella was dead. and he is yet. and of his lineage. except that. sadly out of sorts. as I supposed. for his youthful nephew. This. and other accommodations. beguiling him to accompany her. edged with black. and how sorry he would be to find she had been there. to be insulted so shockingly by a stranger! She did not comprehend it. however. had regained its ancient aspect of comfort under female management. have fostered hate between him and the present owner of the Heights: but his dread of that owner amounted to superstition. Heathcliff was near. he would. however. I explained how he objected to the whole household at the Heights. The villagers affirmed Mr. and he confined his feelings regarding him to muttered innuendoes and private comminations. being in disgrace. I could not wring from my little lady how she had spent the day. that her guide had been a favourite till she hurt his feelings by addressing him as a servant.lengths: he allowed that the lad was ruined: that his soul was abandoned to perdition. and asked him to show her the way: finally.

the travelling is at an end. I see. dear. Miss Cathy shrieked and stretched out her arms as soon as she caught her father¶s face looking from the window. At length her suspense was ended: the travelling carriage rolled in sight. come. µAh. but his cousin put on as sad a countenance as himself. and mind you don¶t grieve her by crying to-night. Try to be cheerful now. µNow. Ellen.¶ answered the boy. only just half a mile? Do say Yes: to that clump of birches at the turn!¶ I refused staunchly. and he has lost his mother. He was asleep in a corner. leading him in. and quite as fine. and they walked together up the park. Linton. putting their little hands together. and the sleeper being roused. and you have nothing to do but rest and amuse yourself as you please. was lifted to the ground by his uncle. there¶s a good child. don¶t expect him to play and run about with you directly. µShe¶s fond of you already. and placed him on a chair by the . but that was impossible: she couldn¶t be still a minute. I have it carefully preserved in a little glass box.¶ she chattered. let us run! come.¶ I whispered. and I¶ve often thought what a pleasure it would be to see its owner. Cathy would fain have taken one glance. at least. as we strolled leisurely over the swells and hollows of mossy turf. and he hasn¶t once looked out. shrinking from Catherine¶s salute. but her father told her to come. Linton. therefore. under shadow of the trees.¶ he said. µThis is your cousin Cathy. dear papa! Come. and then she seated herself on the grassy bank beside the path. some dust on the road²they are coming! No! When will they be here? May we not go a little way²half a mile. for the journey had fatigued him. µYou¶ll make her weep too² see how sorry she is for you!¶ I do not know whether it was sorrow for him. so strong was the resemblance: but there was a sickly peevishness in his aspect that Edgar Linton never had.¶ The carriage stopped. remember. and a considerable interval elapsed ere they had a thought to spare for any but themselves. µHow long they are!¶ she exclaimed. and returned to her father.¶ said Mr. wrapped in a warm. yes. a very short time since. effeminate boy. where tea was laid ready. run. All three entered. who might have been taken for my master¶s younger brother.µLinton is just six months younger than I am. and having shaken hands. fur-lined cloak. A pale. µCome. as they halted at the bottom of the front steps: µyour cousin is not so strong or so merry as you are. will you?¶ µYes. delicate. it was lighter than mine²more flaxen. papa. then. advised me to close the door. as if it had been winter.¶ answered Catherine: µbut I do want to see him. The latter saw me looking. addressing his daughter. And don¶t harass him much by talking: let him be quiet this evening. and mounted to the library. I proceeded to remove Linton¶s cap and mantle. and tried to wait patiently. many times before my sober footsteps reached the gate. and he put his fingers to remove incipient tears. µHow delightful it will be to have him for a playfellow! Aunt Isabella sent papa a beautiful lock of his hair. He descended. Oh! I am happy²and papa. and returned and ran again.¶ She ran. While they exchanged caresses I took a peep in to see after Linton. and leave him undisturbed. Ellen.¶ µLet me go to bed. darling. while I hastened before to prepare the servants. nearly as eager as herself.

and began in an elevated tone. Linton is going to bed. unless you have something particular to say. Joseph. for he was not much better: he dried his eyes. and now presented himself in the hall. surveying the range of closed doors. advising that he should be dismissed till next day. I perceived he was bent on refusing my mediation.¶ I said.¶ said the master to me. At first she sat silent. Heathcliff¶s servant Joseph was at the door. he proceeded to clean his shoes on the mat. and by wishing for strength he¶ll gain it.¶ he answered. in considerable trepidation. then. µOh. during the journey. and the instant they have returned from a long journey. but he was no sooner seated than he began to cry afresh. pushing into the apartment. and was standing by the table in the hall. Linton had no time to empower me to do so. when a maid stepped out of the kitchen and informed me that Mr. if we can keep him!¶ I mused to myself. and. if we can keep him. µGo to the sofa. so very reluctantly I went up to the library.¶ µWhich is his rahm?¶ pursued the fellow. with his most sanctimonious and sourest face. µMr.¶ µAy.¶ Joseph had advanced through the kitchen as I uttered these words. and announced the unseasonable visitor. for Joseph mounted close at my heels. and sore misgivings came over me that there was slight hope of that. with his two fists clapped on the head of his stick. He was donned in his Sunday garments. Ellen. as if anticipating opposition² . he¶ll do very well. Edgar. and seen Linton asleep²he would not suffer me to leave him till that was the case²I had come down. by his fretful ailing charge. µGood-evening. My master inquired what was the matter. and kissing his cheek. holding his hat in one hand. coldly. The company of a child of his own age will instil new spirit into him soon. lighting a bedroom candle for Mr. and lightened into a faint smile. I felt convinced. Mr. Our doubts were presently decided²even earlier than I expected. I don¶t think the master can see him. like a baby. after watching them a minute. but that could not last: she had resolved to make a pet of her little cousin. and offering him tea in her saucer. and lay down. He had been greatly tried. µI can¶t sit on a chair. µWhat business brings you here to-night?¶ µIt¶s Maister Linton I mun spake to. µYou had better sit down in there. and. And then.¶ sobbed the boy.¶ I said. after tea was finished. I thought. and wished to speak with the master. how ever will that weakling live at Wuthering Heights? Between his father and Hareton. Cathy carried a footstool and her cup to his side. and Ellen shall bring you some tea. planted himself at the far side of the table. waving me disdainfully aside. what playmates and instructors they¶ll be. µA very unlikely hour to be troubling people. I¶m sure he won¶t hear it now. I had just taken the children up-stairs. as she would have him to be. µVery well. and entrust your message to me.¶ I continued. and his stick in the other. This pleased him.table. µI shall ask him what he wants first. Linton slowly trailed himself off. and she commenced stroking his curls.¶ answered his uncle patiently.

µMy father!¶ he cried. he rid the room of him and closed the door. on Catherine¶s pony. and searched in his heart how it might be avoided. and it is better for her to remain in ignorance of his proximity. and then he will love you. Go²¶ And. but.¶ Edgar Linton was silent a minute. Heathcliff. he¶s come hisseln. µTell Mr. as he slowly drew off. he did not like to defer the pleasure till he should recover from his late journey. but he¶ll heu¶ his lad. he grieved bitterly at the prospect of yielding him up.µHathecliff has sent me for his lad. µthat his son shall come to Wuthering Heights tomorrow. he was not going to rouse him from his sleep. µjust beyond those hills: not so far. but you may walk over here when you get hearty. and too tired to go the distance now. He is in bed. and anxious wishes for her son. at present. No plan offered itself: the very exhibition of any desire to keep him would have rendered the claimant more peremptory: there was nothing left but to resign him. And you should be glad to go home. Ellen. µVarrah weell!¶ shouted Joseph. who wished to see him so much. Where does he live? I¶d rather stay with uncle. said he²µAs we shall now have no influence over his destiny. Heathcliff. good or bad.¶ µHe lives a little distance from the Grange. µTo-morn.¶ µNoa!¶ said Joseph. an expression of exceeding sorrow overcast his features: he would have pitied the child on his own account. and I munn¶t goa back µbout him. and. and astonished to be informed that he must prepare for further travelling. lest she should be restless. µNoa! that means naught. and thrust him out. and her commendations of him to his care. und I mun tak¶ him²soa now ye knaw!¶ µYou shall not to-night!¶ answered Linton decisively. and assuming an authoritative air. Mr. Hathecliff maks noa µcount o¶ t¶ mother.¶ Linton was very reluctant to be roused from his bed at five o¶clock. as you did your mother. giving a thud with his prop on the floor. However. aiding the indignant elder with a lift by the arm. and repeat to your master what I have said. his health is very precarious. you must say nothing of where he is gone to my daughter: she cannot associate with him hereafter. but I softened off the matter by stating that he was going to spend some time with his father. if ye darr!¶ CHAPTER XX To obviate the danger of this threat being fulfilled.¶ he answered calmly. show him down. Mr. nor ye norther. Linton commissioned me to take the boy home early. and.¶ . in strange perplexity. and to see him. and anxious to visit the Heights. µWalk down stairs at once. You must try to love him. You may also tell him that the mother of Linton desired him to remain under my guardianship. recalling Isabella¶s hopes and fears.¶ I replied. µMamma never told me I had a father. and he has been obliged to leave us. Merely tell her his father sent for him suddenly.

with several delusive assurances that his absence should be short: that Mr. perhaps. and he is taller and bigger altogether. whence a light mist mounted and formed a fleecy cloud on the skirts of the blue. How am I to love papa? I don¶t know him.¶ µAnd why didn¶t mamma speak to me about him?¶ persevered the child. The pure heather-scented air. The poor thing was finally got off. and its inhabitants. the bright sunshine. µWhy didn¶t mamma and he live together. µIs Wuthering Heights as pleasant a place as Thrushcross Grange?¶ he inquired. and I had to call for my master¶s assistance in coaxing him out of bed.¶ µAnd what is my father like?¶ he asked. µand your mother¶s health required her to reside in the south. and the air is healthier for you²fresher and drier. µIs he as young and handsome as uncle?¶ µHe¶s as young.¶ I attempted to persuade him of the naughtiness of showing reluctance to meet his father. µShe often talked of uncle. your uncle may join you in a walk: he does. µthe little girl I saw yesterday?¶ µNot now. µI won¶t go without uncle. relieved his despondency after a while. and other promises. and. Edgar and Cathy would visit him. and make a green hollow your study.¶ I said.¶ µOh. Let us make haste. frequently. Linton sank back on his pillow and fell into a brown study. An early ride on such a beautiful morning is much preferable to an hour¶s more sleep. µNo. though it is a respectable house: the next best in the neighbourhood. perhaps. µYour mother. think the building old and dark at first.¶ I said. and you can bring a book in fine weather. turning to take a last glance into the valley. thought you would want to be with him if she mentioned him often to you. and so yours in a manner²will show you all the sweetest spots.¶ said I.¶ I answered. I shall be your companion there.¶ I replied. which I invented and reiterated at intervals throughout the way.¶ µIs she to go with us. He began to put questions concerning his new home. µbut he has black hair and eyes.¶ replied I.¶ he cried at length: µI can¶t tell where you mean to take me. and looks sterner. now and then. as other people do?¶ µHe had business to keep him in the north. with greater interest and liveliness. all children love their parents. He¶ll not seem to you so gentle and kind at first. Hareton Earnshaw²that is. because it is not his . µIt is not so buried in trees.¶ he demanded. and the gentle canter of Minny. And you will have such nice rambles on the moors.µBut why have I not heard of him before?¶ asked Linton. perhaps. equally ill-founded. Miss Cathy¶s other cousin. µIs uncle?¶ he continued. and I learnt to love him long ago. still he obstinately resisted any progress towards dressing. You will. but you can see the country beautifully all round. walk out on the hills. µand it is not quite so large.

till we halted before the farmhouse garden-gate.¶ µBlack hair and eyes!¶ mused Linton. µHas he ever seen me? If he has. and ten years seem very different in length to a grown-up person compared with what they do to you. stretching out a hand and dragging him roughly between his knees. But he clung to me with growing trepidation.way: still. µHav¶n¶t they reared it on snails and sour milk. and then holding up his head by the chin. for you are his own. Nelly? Oh. and enter. and now it is too late.¶ He got up and strode to the door: Hareton and Joseph followed in gaping curiosity. µSure-ly. uttered a scornful laugh. µI feared I should have to come down and fetch my property myself. he was not yet certain that the grim. µTut. He surveyed the carved front and low-browed lattices. or whether it were intended for him: indeed. You¶ve brought it.¶ I answered: not a morsel. Heathcliff proposed going from summer to summer. unless a morbid touchiness kindled them a moment. and on Mr. . I thought. Joseph stood by his master¶s chair telling some tale concerning a lame horse. Heathcliff¶s taking a seat and bidding him µcome hither¶ he hid his face on my shoulder and wept. and naturally he¶ll be fonder of you than any uncle. and then shook his head: his private feelings entirely disapproved of the exterior of his new abode. I watched to catch his impressions in his countenance. µGod! what a beauty! what a lovely. save that. µI can¶t fancy him. sneering stranger was his father. charming thing!¶ he exclaimed. I went and opened the door. having stared his son into an ague of confusion. µthree hundred miles is a great distance. and his large languid eyes²his mother¶s eyes.¶ said I.¶ The boy was fully occupied with his own cogitations for the remainder of the ride. µHow strange that he should never come to see mamma and me!¶ he murmured. tut!¶ said Heathcliff. Master Linton. Don¶t trouble him with questions on the subject: it will disturb him. I remember not a single thing about him!¶ µWhy. µHallo. the straggling gooseberry-bushes and crooked firs. I must have been a baby. It is probable Mr. µNone of that nonsense! We¶re not going to hurt thee. Before he dismounted. and Hareton was preparing for the hayfield. It was half-past six. the family had just finished breakfast: the servant was clearing and wiping down the table. am I?¶ µNot much. they had not a vestige of her sparkling spirit. He did not thoroughly comprehend the meaning of his father¶s speech. for no good. but never found a convenient opportunity. Maister. µhe¶s swopped wi¶ ye. surveying with regret the white complexion and slim frame of my companion. damn my soul! but that¶s worse than I expected²and the devil knows I was not sanguine!¶ I bid the trembling and bewildered child get down. when he saw me. be frank and cordial with him. Nelly!¶ said Mr.¶ said Joseph after a grave inspection. But he had sense to postpone complaining: there might be compensation within. mind you. Then I am not like him. with solemn intentness. an¶ yon¶s his lass!¶ Heathcliff. Heathcliff. Poor Linton ran a frightened eye over the faces of the three. have you? Let us see what we can make of it.

And.¶ µWell. µNo! What a shame of your mother. never to waken your filial regard for me! You are my son. you infernal calf. and I should not wish him to die till I was certain of being his successor. having satisfied himself that the limbs were all equally frail and feeble. begone to your work. and I¶ll do for you. I do regret. with a gaze of vacant fear.Linton²isn¶t that thy name? Thou art thy mother¶s child. . don¶t wince. when they had departed. furnished for him in handsome style. to begin my kindness. and shall be tended as carefully as your master tends his own. Mr. then. that you will ever know²remember. if you be tired you may sit down. I guess you¶ll report what you hear and see to the cipher at the Grange. puling chicken?¶ He took off the boy¶s cap and pushed back his thick flaxen curls. my child hiring their children to till their fathers¶ lands for wages. Joseph. whining wretch!¶ While he was speaking.¶ he said. I daresay?¶ µNo.¶ he added. from twenty miles¶ distance. or you¶ll not keep him long. above his associates. and I want the triumph of seeingmy descendant fairly lord of their estates. Nell. to teach him what he pleases to learn. that he so little deserves the trouble: if I wished any blessing in the world. Yes.¶ µI¶ll be very kind to him. felt his slender arms and his small fingers. I have a room up-stairs. during which examination Linton ceased crying. That is the sole consideration which can make me endure the whelp: I despise him for himself. entirely! Where is my share in thee. I¶ve ordered Hareton to obey him: and in fact I¶ve arranged everything with a view to preserve the superior and the gentleman in him. to come three times a week. and placed it before Linton: who stirred round the homely mess with a look of aversion. and hate him for the memories he revives! But that consideration is sufficient: he¶s as safe with me. Heathcliff. he¶s mine. because Heathcliff plainly meant his underlings to hold him in honour. however. µI hope you¶ll be kind to the boy. and he¶s all you have akin in the wide world. bring the lad some breakfast.¶ replied I. and lifted his great blue eyes to inspect the inspector. and colour up! Though it is something to see you have not white blood. I¶ve engaged a tutor. and I¶m bitterly disappointed with the whey-faced. µYou¶ve heard of me. Joseph returned bearing a basin of milk-porridge. Besides. Be a good lad. also. I¶ll tell you. though he was compelled to retain the sentiment in his heart.¶ said Linton. and your mother was a wicked slut to leave you in ignorance of the sort of father you possessed. it was to find him a worthy object of pride. if not. you needn¶t fear. and affirmed he could not eat it. I saw the old man-servant shared largely in his master¶s scorn of the child. laughing. µNo. get home again.¶ he replied again. and this thing won¶t be settled while you linger about it. µmy son is prospective owner of your place. µDo you know me?¶ asked Heathcliff. Now. Nelly. Hareton. µOnly nobody else must be kind to him: I¶m jealous of monopolising his affection.

his father¶s selfishness may contribute to his comfort. and brought it to us. I used to ask how the young master got on. I¶s rayther think!¶ µI sha¶n¶t eat it!¶ answered Linton. and so my brief guardianship ended. and was a tiresome inmate. and subduing his voice to a whisper. µif I can get him¶. though he took some trouble to conceal it: he had an antipathy to the sound of his voice.µCannot ate it?¶ repeated he. angrily. and the necessity of treating him tolerably. µTake it away. But I guess it¶s raight! His mother wer just soa²we wer a¶most too mucky to sow t¶ corn for makking her breead. I slipped out. and the housekeeper received instructions to prepare some. and such passionate tears and lamentations followed the news of his departure that Edgar himself was obliged to soothe her. Heathcliff seemed to dislike him ever longer and worse. and there were no hopes of that. when he wer a little ¶un. and what wer gooid enough for him¶s gooid enough for ye. and could not do at all with his sitting in the same room with him many minutes together. however. µWhat should ail them?¶ he said. thrusting the tray under Heathcliff¶s nose. in paying business visits to Gimmerton.¶ µDon¶t mention his mother to me. µGet him something that he can eat. There seldom passed much talk between them: Linton learnt his lessons and spent his evenings . I heard a cry.¶ Joseph snatched up the food indignantly. µyon dainty chap says he cannut ate ¶em. This promise poorly pacified her. What is his usual food. eager to join her cousin. by affirming he should come back soon: he added. She said Mr. I mounted Minny. but time was more potent. and was never to be seen. that¶s all. Nelly?¶ I suggested boiled milk or tea. and though still at intervals she inquired of her father when Linton would return. for he lived almost as secluded as Catherine herself. µBut Maister Hareton nivir ate naught else.¶ said the master. Edgar by acquainting him with the turn Heathcliff¶s humour has taken. while Linton was engaged in timidly rebuffing the advances of a friendly sheep-dog. CHAPTER XXI We had sad work with little Cathy that day: she rose in high glee. Having no excuse for lingering longer. µIs there aught ails th¶ victuals?¶ he asked. peering in Linton¶s face. When I chanced to encounter the housekeeper of Wuthering Heights. snappishly. I could gather from her that he continued in weak health. But he was too much on the alert to be cheated: as I closed the door. for fear of being overheard. and urged her to a trot. and a frantic repetition of the words² µDon¶t leave me! I¶ll not stay here! I¶ll not stay here!¶ Then the latch was raised and fell: they did not suffer him to come forth. Come. µWah!¶ answered Joseph. I¶ll console Mr. He perceives his delicate constitution. before she did see him again his features had waxed so dim in her memory that she did not recognise him. I reflected.

¶ she said. I believe the master would relish Earnshaw¶s thrashing him to a mummy. and returned to my side. if he were not his son. But then he won¶t go into danger of temptation: he never enters the parlour. µSo make haste. if he knew half the nursing he gives hisseln. and her bright cheek. and if Hareton. Mr. my young lady came down dressed for going out. He will go on. Edgar encouraged me to gain information: he thought a great deal about him. Ellen!¶ she cried. wrapped in his furred cloak in his chair by the fire. µI know where I wish to go. warm sunshine. was her successor. and aches. a breath of night air! And he must have a fire in the middle of summer. That housekeeper left. from this account. that utter lack of sympathy had rendered young Heathcliff selfish and disagreeable. Linton had given her leave. she lives there still. I fancy. and my interest in him. and colds.¶ I divined. where he would frequently prolong his stay beyond midnight. and enjoying the sweet. Time wore on at the Grange in its former pleasant way till Miss Cathy reached sixteen. Therefore Catherine was thrown on her own resources for amusement. consequently. and said she asked to have a ramble on the edge of the moor with me: Mr. as soft and pure in its bloom as a wild rose. on horseback.¶ added the woman. and when her father had retired. and was off again like a young greyhound.¶ µThat must be a good distance up. On the anniversary of her birth we never manifested any signs of rejoicing. for pity. µthey don¶t breed on the edge of the moor. µI¶ve gone very near with papa. with some toast and water or other slop on the hob to sip at. if I leave the window open a bit late in the evening. accompanying his father. This twentieth of March was a beautiful spring day. whom I did not know. and both times he pretended to be quite knocked up for three or four days afterwards. as far as Gimmerton kirkyard. at dusk. and he told me once to ask the housekeeper whether he ever came into the village? She said he had only been twice. Oh! it¶s killing. and her eyes radiant with . comes to amuse him²Hareton is not bad-natured.¶ µNo. where a colony of moor-game are settled: I want to see whether they have made their nests yet. he sends him up-stairs directly. if he were not so originally. She bounded before me. and there he¶ll sit. and a wish that he had been left with us. µnor one so careful of hisseln. Her father invariably spent that day alone in the library. because it was also the anniversary of my late mistress¶s death. and I¶m certain he would be fit to turn him out of doors. milk for ever²heeding naught how the rest of us are pinched in winter.¶ I answered. one swearing and the other crying. it¶s not. at first. two years after he came. with her golden ringlets flying loose behind. though he¶s rough²they¶re sure to part. and should Linton show those ways in the house where he is. and would have run some risk to see him. and walked. if we went only a short distance and were back within the hour. and always milk.in a small apartment they called the parlour: or else lay in bed all day: for he was constantly getting coughs. decayed: though still I was moved with a sense of grief at his lot. and Joseph¶s bacca-pipe is poison. my pet and my delight. and watching her. and. and he must always have sweets and dainties. and another. µAnd I never know such a fainthearted creature. thinking nothing more of the matter. if I recollect rightly.¶ I put on my bonnet and sallied out. and pains of some sort. I found plenty of entertainment in listening to the larks singing far and near.

and demanded who µpapa¶ was? µMr. she was two miles nearer Wuthering Heights than her own home. It¶s a pity she could not be content. but I guess where he lives: at the farmhouse I visited in coming from Penistone¶ Crags. and by the time you reach the other side I shall have raised the birds. Ellen. he says I have seen his son. Miss Cathy? We should be at them: the Grange park-fence is a great way off now. but papa told me there were quantities up here. Will you just turn this nab of heath. µI¶m tired of running. I think both you and she would be the better for a little rest. and. pass that bank. and an angel. his malevolence towards it. accede to the proposal: it was entirely out of the question. and.¶ But there were so many hillocks and banks to climb and pass. The Heights were Heathcliff¶s land. presently. We really must go back.¶ µYou suppose papa is highly esteemed and respected. Besides. She was a happy creature. sarcastically. expressing his acquaintance with the party. Don¶t you?¶ . µit will be three hours instead of one that we are out. Let us go. I think. aloud. I began to be weary. µWell. a little further²only a little further. as I toiled to them. µBut I have one.¶ µNo. Is he your son?¶ She pointed to Hareton. hunting out the nests of the grouse.¶ said I. and you have seen him before too. in those days. gazing curiously on the speaker. Ellen. and retrace our steps. consequently. µClimb to that hillock. who had gained nothing but increased bulk and strength by the addition of two years to his age: he seemed as awkward and rough as ever. though your nurse is in a hurry. µAnd what are you?¶ inquired Catherine. and walk into my house? You¶ll get home earlier for the ease. as she had outstripped me a long way. and I beheld a couple of persons arrest her. or. and I was compelled to follow. for she still sprang on.¶ was her answer. that. µMiss Cathy. Linton of Thrushcross Grange. the other individual. she dived into a hollow. He¶s mistaken. µI didn¶t mean to take them. and I wished to see the eggs. at least. Cathy had been caught in the fact of plundering. then?¶ he said. µI thought you did not know me. and the ground is dewy: I can¶t sit here. and he was reproving the poacher. that man is not my son.¶ Heathcliff glanced at me with an ill-meaning smile. or you wouldn¶t have spoken in that way. and you shall receive a kind welcome.¶ she said. at length. µThat man I¶ve seen before. continually. µwhere are your moor-game.¶ µOh. she either did not hear or did not regard.cloudless pleasure.¶ I whispered Catherine that she mustn¶t. Heathcliff himself.¶ I interrupted.¶ she replied. Finally. expanding her hands in corroboration of the statement. µWhy?¶ she asked. and told her we must halt. on any account. pushing me aside. I shouted to her. and before I came in sight of her again. µI¶ve neither taken any nor found any.¶ answered Heathcliff. one of whom I felt convinced was Mr.

¶ I continued: µyou know you mean no good. He had grown tall of his age. and all will be told as soon as ever we return.¶ answered he: µbut is this the only time you have beheld him? Think! Ah! you have a short memory. and he was calling to Joseph to bring him dry shoes. and I am convinced you have a bad design in encouraging her to do so.¶ µNo. kindling into joyful surprise at the name.¶ he answered. and should she second my wishes she¶ll be provided for at once as joint successor with Linton.¶ he said. it¶s very wrong. she would not. His features were pretty yet.¶ µIf Linton died. µMy design is as honest as possible. it¶s not often he¶s fit to be seen. µYes. who is that?¶ asked Mr. Linton stood on the hearth. I desire their union. and get married. Nelly. that her father would hate me if he found I suffered her to enter your house. yes. as if she could not exactly make up her mind what to think of him. and. and I was foolish enough to imagine the memory of her mother might disarm him from desiring her injury.¶ µNo. µThat the two cousins may fall in love. My young lady gave him several looks. hastened to open the door. And there she¶ll see Linton. µThere is no clause in the will to secure it so: his property would go to me.¶ µAnd I¶m resolved she shall never approach your house with me again.¶ I cried. µNow.¶ I answered. which he had seized: but she was almost at the door-stones already. struggling to release my arm. Heathcliff. Catherine would be the heir. Linton. and his eye and complexion brighter than I remembered them. He had been out walking in the fields. hold your tongue²it will be a treat for her to look in on us. And we¶ll soon persuade her to keep the visit secret: where is the harm of it?¶ µThe harm of it is.¶ I returned. having doubtfully surveyed. You shall walk with me.µI do. Linton!¶ cried Cathy. for his cap was on. Nelly. I¶ll inform you of its whole scope. where Miss Cathy waited our coming. scampering round the brow at full speed. Her appointed companion did not pretend to escort her: he shied off by the road-side. µhe¶s looking better these few days. get forwards with the lass. don¶t you recall your cousin. still wanting some months of sixteen.¶ µI want her to see Linton. that you used to tease us so with wishing to see?¶ µWhat. to prevent disputes. Heathcliff bade me be quiet. Heathcliff. as we reached the gate. she¶s not going to any such place. Hareton. but. and vanished.¶ he said. but now he smiled when he met her eye. first one and then the other. µIs that little Linton? He¶s taller than I am! Are you Linton?¶ . turning to Cathy. preceding us up the path. I¶m acting generously to your master: his young chit has no expectations. and softened his voice in addressing her.¶ I replied. µand his life is quite uncertain. µMr. and am resolved to bring it about. though with merely temporary lustre borrowed from the salubrious air and genial sun. Come. and I shall have the blame. µCan you tell?¶ µYour son?¶ she said.

he¶ll put a veto on your visits altogether. and send him to the devil. Mr. confound the vapid thing! He¶s absorbed in drying his feet. Linton has a prejudice against me: we quarrelled at one time of our lives. his cousin went to Mr. father. and rendered him not unpleasing. elastic as steel. but you must not mention it. Why don¶t you visit at the Grange with Linton? To live all these years such close neighbours. with a hardly suppressed grimace. turning towards the young lady. Linton¶s looks and movements were very languid.¶ he continued. then!¶ she cried. with all his degradation? I¶d have loved the lad had he been some one else. But I think he¶s safe from her love. Now. and never see us. then. give them to Linton: they are thrown away on me. and acknowledged himself: she kissed him fervently. µMiss Catherine.The youth stepped forward. µBut stay.¶ he answered. µand was grieved that I got her: his pride was hurt. come here.¶ µWhy did you quarrel?¶ asked Catherine. We calculate it will scarcely last till it is eighteen. µNow I think of it. uncle? and sometimes bring papa.¶ µIt will be too far for me. he shall come to the Grange. I covet Hareton. and he¶ll never forgive it. µWicked Ellen! to try to hinder me from entering. µI am afraid. considerably crestfallen. and they gazed with wonder at the change time had wrought in the appearance of each. dividing his attention between the objects inside and those that lay without: pretending. with unchristian ferocity. to observe the latter.¶ The father launched towards his son a glance of bitter contempt. though you were cross at first.² Linton!¶ µYes.¶ he muttered to me. who lingered by the door. and really noting the former alone. I¶ll pit him against that paltry creature. that is. No. will discover his value. as the ninny calls her. µI thought I liked you. reaching up to salute him.¶ replied the uncle. unless it bestir itself briskly. if you mention coming here to him. but once or twice a week. you must not mention it.¶ µNaughty Ellen!¶ exclaimed Catherine. if you will. µHe thought me too poor to wed his sister. But I¶ll take this walk every morning in future: may I. now and then: not every morning. . and his form extremely slight. resulting from his deep aversion to both the proposed visitors. is odd: what have you done so for?¶ µI visited it once or twice too often before you were born. I¶d better tell you. Miss Catherine. µThere²damn it! If you have any kisses to spare. I shall lose my labour.¶ answered the boy.¶ murmured her cousin: µto walk four miles would kill me. but there was a grace in his manner that mitigated these defects. if it had been Hareton!²Do you know that. her figure was both plump and slender. and never looks at her. twenty times a day. and. Catherine had reached her full height. µAnd you are my uncle. Heathcliff. Oh. Nelly.¶ answered Heathcliff. I¶ll not come here. After exchanging numerous marks of fondness with him. Therefore. unless you be careless of seeing your cousin hereafter: you may come. flying to attack me next with her lavish caresses.¶ µThat¶s wrong!¶ said the young lady: µsome time I¶ll tell him so. and her whole aspect sparkling with health and spirits. Won¶t you be glad to see us?¶ µOf course. But Linton and I have no share in your quarrel.

¶ He watched the couple walking past the window. and evidently eager to be active. µThat is not my cousin. some years younger. before you change your shoes. Be off. and be ready to hide your face when she is. µIs he not a handsome lad?¶ he continued. But his master or guardian chased the frown by exclaiming² µYou¶ll be the favourite among us. and. Hareton darkened: I perceived he was very sensitive to suspected slights. though. I¶ve got him faster than his scoundrel of a father secured me. and shrank closer to the fire. and presently the two reentered. having felt them myself. for he takes a pride in his brutishness. µI don¶t know. say your words slowly. µHe¶ll not venture a single syllable all the time! Nelly. replied. The young man had been washing himself. uncle.¶ observed Heathcliff. µyour mother¶s nephew. addressing Cathy in a tone which expressed reluctance to move again. Hareton! She says you are a²What was it? Well. if he could see . And behave like a gentleman. But he¶s no fool. Here! you go with her round the farm. and whispered a sentence in Heathcliff¶s ear.¶ cried Miss Cathy.µHave you nothing to show your cousin anywhere about. not even a rabbit or a weasel¶s nest? Take her into the garden.¶ she replied. µOh. reflecting aloud. He seemed studying the familiar landscape with a stranger¶s and an artist¶s interest.¶ µI¶ve a pleasure in him. Earnshaw had his countenance completely averted from his companion. I¶ll ask you. Heathcliff rose. If he were a born fool I should not enjoy it half so much. when you speak. and I can sympathise with all his feelings. mind! Don¶t use any bad words. and tripped merrily on.¶ he. Hareton responded.¶ he continued. you recollect meat his age²nay. for instance. Catherine took a sly look at him. Did I ever look so stupid: so ³gaumless. casting a longing look to the door. and don¶t stare when the young lady is not looking at you. µHe has satisfied my expectations.¶ µWouldn¶t you rather sit here?¶ asked Linton. She then turned her attention to seeking out objects of amusement for herself. and from thence to the yard. expressing small admiration. µI¶ve tied his tongue. and keep your hands out of your pockets. and into the stable to see your horse.´ as Joseph calls it?¶ µWorse. something very flattering. Don¶t you like him!¶ Catherine looked queer. exactly: it is merely a beginning of what he shall suffer. is he?¶ µYes. He kept his seat. recollecting the housekeeper¶s assertion. lilting a tune to supply the lack of conversation. and went into the kitchen. I know what he suffers now. calling out for Hareton. and had obviously a dim notion of his inferiority. and lower. He laughed. And he¶ll never be able to emerge from his bathos of coarseness and ignorance. I¶ve taught him to scorn everything extraanimal as silly and weak. The uncivil little thing stood on tiptoe. as was visible by the glow on his cheeks and his wetted hair. and entertain her as nicely as you can.¶ I replied. µbecause more sullen with it. Don¶t you think Hindley would be proud of his son.

µI can read it: it¶s English. seriously. He was about to enlarge further. where the devil is the use on¶t?¶ growled Hareton.him? almost as proud as I am of mine. I can hardly understand him. If the dead villain could rise from his grave to abuse me for his offspring¶s wrongs. µMy cousin fancies you are an idiot. yet I shall have the merit of making it go as far as such poor stuff can go. I made no reply. as he stepped out. our young companion. and they are lost: rendered worse than unavailing. who sat too removed from us to hear what was said. Catherine. But there¶s this difference. more ready in answering his daily companion. Have you noticed. µIt¶s some damnable writing. His had firstrate qualities. µAway after them! they are just at the corner. And the best of it is. µWhere is the use of the devil in that sentence?¶ tittered Linton.´ as you would say. Earnshaw?¶ he said. µHe does not know his letters. I should have the fun of seeing the said offspring fight him back again. now do!¶ . µor is he simple: not right? I¶ve questioned him twice now. The lattice was open. and you can¶t open your mouth without one. with assumed heartiness. Meantime. and scratched his head like a true clown. His father remarked the restless glances wandering to the window. But I want to know why it is there. and left the hearth. I heard Cathy inquiring of her unsociable attendant what was that inscription over the door? Hareton stared up. I¶m sure!¶ Linton repeated his laugh. µCould you believe in the existence of such a colossal dunce?¶ µIs he all as he should be?¶ asked Miss Cathy. Do try to behave like a gentleman. µGet up.¶ Linton gathered his energies. and. I have nothing to regret. indignant that he should dare to rail at the one friend he has in the world!¶ Heathcliff chuckled a fiendish laugh at the idea. but the two youngsters broke into a noisy fit of merriment: my giddy miss being delighted to discover that she might turn his strange talk to matter of amusement. began to evince symptoms of uneasiness. µPapa told you not to say any bad words.¶ he said to his cousin. There you experience the consequence of scorning ³book-larning. Mine has nothing valuable about it. he would have more than any but I are aware of. his frightful Yorkshire pronunciation?¶ µWhy. probably repenting that he had denied himself the treat of Catherine¶s society for fear of a little fatigue. µI cannot read it. Hareton is damnably fond of me! You¶ll own that I¶ve outmatched Hindley there. and glanced at Hareton tauntingly. because I saw that he expected none. is there. µThere¶s nothing the matter but laziness. you idle boy!¶ he exclaimed. one is gold put to the use of paving-stones.¶ he answered.¶ µCan¶t read it?¶ cried Catherine. and the hand irresolutely extended towards his cap. and the other is tin polished to ape a service of silver. and each time he looked so stupid I think he does not understand me. who certainly did not seem quite clear of comprehension at that moment.¶ Linton giggled: the first appearance of mirth he had exhibited. by the stand of hives.

Ah. µyou take papa¶s side. in my walk on the moors. I began to dislike. I meant to explain this some time as you grew older. µand he didn¶t object to our seeing each other: he said I might come to his house when I pleased. and to excuse his father in some measure for holding him cheap.¶ she answered. Heathcliff having overheard the conversation. Mr. I took precautions that you should not see Linton again. said nothing till she had concluded. and remained ignorant of our prolonged absence. remember. and was always disappointed about Linton¶s coming back!¶ She gave a faithful account of her excursion and its consequences. and still I was not altogether sorry: I thought the burden of directing and warning would be more efficiently borne by him than me. and asked if she knew why he had concealed Linton¶s near neighbourhood from her? Could she think it was to deny her a pleasure that she might harmlessly enjoy? µIt was because you disliked Mr. only I¶m so pleased I can¶t show it! But you must hold your tongue about my uncle. and yet pretended to pity me so. Next day it all came out. and I knew he would detest you on my account. not at all convinced. without considering the ill-nature they evinced. and Catherine liked good reasons for every restraint that harassed her petted will. so for your own good. and Ellen. Heathcliff. if they give him the slightest opportunity. while his face burnt with mingled rage and mortification! for he was conscious of being insulted. but because Mr.¶ observed Catherine. though he cast more than one reproachful look at me. Heathcliff. I would. Linton. but immediately afterwards cast a look of singular aversion on the flippant pair. after the morning¶s salutations. papa. more than to compassionate Linton. delighting to wrong and ruin those he hates. papa. who remained chattering in the door-way: the boy finding animation enough while discussing Hareton¶s faults and deficiencies. he¶s my uncle. when I kept hoping. and the girl relishing his pert and spiteful sayings.¶ µBut Mr. retreating. till I relinquished the endeavour to convince her of her mistake. sadly to my chagrin. I knew that you could not keep up an acquaintance with your cousin without being brought into contact with him. Heathcliff dislikes me. µPapa!¶ she exclaimed. now? I saw²but listen. Cathy?¶ he said. We stayed till afternoon: I could not tear Miss Cathy away sooner. µguess whom I saw yesterday. only I . and you shall hear how I found you out. Ellen: you are partial I know.µIf thou weren¶t more a lass than a lad. as well as I. it was not because I disliked Mr. but happily my master had not quitted his apartment. As we walked home. smiled when he saw him go. have you. µAha!¶ she cried. and embarrassed how to resent it. I¶d fell thee this minute. and is a most diabolical man. and relating anecdotes of his goings on. who is in league with you. pitiful lath of a crater!¶ retorted the angry boor. because she did not see Mr. and I¶m sorry I delayed it. you started! you¶ve not done right. I¶m really extremely angry. and nothing else. But he was too timid in giving satisfactory reasons for his wish that she should shun connection with the household of the Heights. µNo. I would fain have enlightened my charge on the characters of the people we had quitted: but she got it into her head that I was prejudiced against them. Then he drew her to him. and my master. µThen you believe I care more for my own feelings than yours. and I¶ll scold papa for quarrelling with him. or else you wouldn¶t have cheated me so many years into the notion that Linton lived a long way from here. She did not mention the visit that night.¶ And so she ran on. Heathcliff was quite cordial.

You are the one to be blamed: he is willing to let us be friends. when I told him how interesting they were. May I not. according to custom. fie. and he wanted to have them extremely. darling. instead of coveting more. gave a hasty sketch of his conduct to Isabella. and think no more about them. Miss Catherine. and would not forgive him for marrying aunt Isabella. then she accompanied him into the grounds. Ellen?¶ µNo. and I shall see that it is done.must not tell you. µOh. then? Compare the present occasion with such an affliction as that. µShe might have been living yet. and there¶d never be an end of it. You never had one shadow of substantial sorrow. I found her crying.¶ .¶ µBut may I not write a note to tell him why I cannot come?¶ she asked. if it had not been for him!¶ was his constant bitter reflection. She appeared so deeply impressed and shocked at this new view of human nature²excluded from all her studies and all her ideas till now²that Mr.¶ µI¶m not crying for myself. for though he spoke little of it. and you were by yourself in the world: how would you feel. Linton¶s death. and I sha¶n¶t come!¶ µNonsense!¶ said I. in his eyes. that master and I were dead. arising from hot temper and thoughtlessness. µIf you had any real griefs you¶d be ashamed to waste a tear on this little contrariety. and the whole day passed as usual: but in the evening. Miss Cathy²conversant with no bad deeds except her own slight acts of disobedience. the acquaintance must be dropped entirely: so papa expects. putting on an imploring countenance. he still felt the same horror and detestation of his ancient enemy that had occupied his heart ever since Mrs. silly child!¶ I exclaimed.¶ she answered. Ellen. µdo you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him? Hasn¶t he Hareton for a companion? Not one in a hundred would weep at losing a relation they had just seen twice. and I went to help her to undress.¶ My master. for a minute. and. And you won¶t. He expected to see me again tomorrow. µAnd just send those books I promised to lend him? His books are not as nice as mine. why I wish you to avoid his house and family. at least. for two afternoons. and trouble himself no further about you. when she had retired to her room. and deliberately prosecute its plans without a visitation of remorse. and there he¶ll be so disappointed: and he¶ll wait for me. Suppose. Heathcliff seemed a murderer. µit¶s for him. and passion. and the manner in which Wuthering Heights became his property. He merely added: µYou will know hereafter. because you had quarrelled with him. indeed!¶ replied I with decision. Get into bed. and repented of on the day they were committed²was amazed at the blackness of spirit that could brood on and cover revenge for years. No. and be thankful for the friends you have. µWe¶ll not begin with your little notes. He could not bear to discourse long upon the topic. injustice.¶ Catherine kissed her father. Edgar deemed it unnecessary to pursue the subject.¶ µBut how can one little note²?¶ she recommenced. indeed! no. µThen he would write to you. perceiving that she would not take his word for her uncle-in-law¶s evil disposition. µSilence!¶ I interrupted. Linton will conjecture how it is. Miss Catherine. Linton and I. on her knees by the bedside. and sat down quietly to her lessons for a couple of hours. now return to your old employments and amusements. rising to her feet. and you are not.

relocking the vacant drawer. repenting half-way. Weeks passed on. and took them with me to examine at leisure in my own chamber. I remained under the wall and perused Miss Cathy¶s affectionate composition. it must have been²from Linton Heathcliff: answers to documents forwarded by her. Having opened. and whose key she took special care to remove when she left it. and she drew the bolt in one of her worst. she could not divert herself with rambling about the park. she would start and bend over the book. I observed that the playthings and trinkets which recently formed its contents were transmuted into bits of folded paper. and readily found among my house keys one that would fit the lock. I went round by the garden.¶ I said. as if she were expecting the arrival of something. though she grew wondrous fond of stealing off to corners by herself and often. The letter was finished and forwarded to its destination by a milk-fetcher who came from the village. Some of them struck me as singularly odd compounds of ardour and flatness. receiving as I did so a slap on my hand and a petulant µcross thing!¶ I then quitted her again.She threw at me a very naughty look. and at present I shall put out your candle. but they appeared very worthless trash to me. yet with touches here and there which I thought were borrowed from a more experienced source. in great displeasure. but that I didn¶t learn till some time afterwards. The day being wet. so. µYou¶ll get nobody to take that. but. threatening serious consequences if he did not look sharp home. evidently desirous to hide it. and concluding in the affected. as soon as she and my master were safe upstairs. so naughty that I would not kiss her good-night at first: I covered her up. µif you write it. she tucked something into his jacket pocket. I returned softly. and shut her door. and went meditating into the house. and. as she inspected this drawer. Her father sat reading at the table. gradually. It was more simple and more eloquent than her cousin¶s: very pretty and very silly. and she had a small drawer in a cabinet in the library. at the conclusion of her morning studies. Though I could not but suspect. my young lady descended early. Following her habit. if I came near her suddenly while reading. at night. but I succeeded in abstracting the epistle. she resorted to the solace of the drawer. and we spilt the milk between us. however. they expanded into copious love-letters. wordy style that a schoolboy might use to a fancied. keeping my eye steadily . and I detected edges of loose paper sticking out beyond the leaves. which she guiltily slipped out of sight on my entrance. incorporeal sweetheart. who fought valorously to defend his trust. and. on the arrival of a certain little boy. and visited the kitchen: I watched her go to the door. and lo! there was Miss standing at the table with a bit of blank paper before her and a pencil in her hand. I shook my head. After turning over as many as I thought proper. on purpose. I determined to take a peep at her mysterious treasures. My curiosity and suspicions were roused. and plucked something out. most peevish humours. as the age of the writer rendered natural. I searched. commencing in strong feeling. I tied them in a handkerchief and set them aside. Whether they satisfied Cathy I don¶t know. One day. and Cathy recovered her temper. I was still surprised to discover that they were a mass of correspondence²daily almost. Catherine. so. I emptied the whole contents into my apron. had sought a bit of work in some unripped fringes of the window-curtain. The earlier dated were embarrassed and short. while the dairymaid filled his can. She also got a trick of coming down early in the morning and lingering about the kitchen. which she would trifle over for hours. and laid wait for the messenger. and I. foolish.¶ I set the extinguisher on the flame.

fixed on her proceedings. Never did any bird flying back to a plundered nest, which it had left brimful of chirping young ones, express more complete despair, in its anguished cries and flutterings, than she by her single µOh!¶ and the change that transfigured her late happy countenance. Mr. Linton looked up. µWhat is the matter, love? Have you hurt yourself?¶ he said. His tone and look assured her he had not been the discoverer of the hoard. µNo, papa!¶ she gasped. µEllen! Ellen! come up-stairs²I¶m sick!¶ I obeyed her summons, and accompanied her out. µOh, Ellen! you have got them,¶ she commenced immediately, dropping on her knees, when we were enclosed alone. µOh, give them to me, and I¶ll never, never do so again! Don¶t tell papa. You have not told papa, Ellen? say you have not? I¶ve been exceedingly naughty, but I won¶t do it any more!¶ With a grave severity in my manner I bade her stand up. µSo,¶ I exclaimed, µMiss Catherine, you are tolerably far on, it seems: you may well be ashamed of them! A fine bundle of trash you study in your leisure hours, to be sure: why, it¶s good enough to be printed! And what do you suppose the master will think when I display it before him? I hav¶n¶t shown it yet, but you needn¶t imagine I shall keep your ridiculous secrets. For shame! and you must have led the way in writing such absurdities: he would not have thought of beginning, I¶m certain.¶ µI didn¶t! I didn¶t!¶ sobbed Cathy, fit to break her heart. µI didn¶t once think of loving him till² ¶ µLoving!¶ cried I, as scornfully as I could utter the word. µLoving! Did anybody ever hear the like! I might just as well talk of loving the miller who comes once a year to buy our corn. Pretty loving, indeed! and both times together you have seen Linton hardly four hours in your life! Now here is the babyish trash. I¶m going with it to the library; and we¶ll see what your father says to such loving.¶ She sprang at her precious epistles, but I hold them above my head; and then she poured out further frantic entreaties that I would burn them²do anything rather than show them. And being really fully as much inclined to laugh as scold²for I esteemed it all girlish vanity²I at length relented in a measure, and asked,²µIf I consent to burn them, will you promise faithfully neither to send nor receive a letter again, nor a book (for I perceive you have sent him books), nor locks of hair, nor rings, nor playthings?¶ µWe don¶t send playthings,¶ cried Catherine, her pride overcoming her shame. µNor anything at all, then, my lady?¶ I said. µUnless you will, here I go.¶ µI promise, Ellen!¶ she cried, catching my dress. µOh, put them in the fire, do, do!¶ But when I proceeded to open a place with the poker the sacrifice was too painful to be borne. She earnestly supplicated that I would spare her one or two.

µOne or two, Ellen, to keep for Linton¶s sake!¶ I unknotted the handkerchief, and commenced dropping them in from an angle, and the flame curled up the chimney. µI will have one, you cruel wretch!¶ she screamed, darting her hand into the fire, and drawing forth some half-consumed fragments, at the expense of her fingers. µVery well²and I will have some to exhibit to papa!¶ I answered, shaking back the rest into the bundle, and turning anew to the door. She emptied her blackened pieces into the flames, and motioned me to finish the immolation. It was done; I stirred up the ashes, and interred them under a shovelful of coals; and she mutely, and with a sense of intense injury, retired to her private apartment. I descended to tell my master that the young lady¶s qualm of sickness was almost gone, but I judged it best for her to lie down a while. She wouldn¶t dine; but she reappeared at tea, pale, and red about the eyes, and marvellously subdued in outward aspect. Next morning I answered the letter by a slip of paper, inscribed, µMaster Heathcliff is requested to send no more notes to Miss Linton, as she will not receive them.¶ And, henceforth, the little boy came with vacant pockets. CHAPTER XXII Summer drew to an end, and early autumn: it was past Michaelmas, but the harvest was late that year, and a few of our fields were still uncleared. Mr. Linton and his daughter would frequently walk out among the reapers; at the carrying of the last sheaves they stayed till dusk, and the evening happening to be chill and damp, my master caught a bad cold, that settled obstinately on his lungs, and confined him indoors throughout the whole of the winter, nearly without intermission. Poor Cathy, frightened from her little romance, had been considerably sadder and duller since its abandonment; and her father insisted on her reading less, and taking more exercise. She had his companionship no longer; I esteemed it a duty to supply its lack, as much as possible, with mine: an inefficient substitute; for I could only spare two or three hours, from my numerous diurnal occupations, to follow her footsteps, and then my society was obviously less desirable than his. On an afternoon in October, or the beginning of November²a fresh watery afternoon, when the turf and paths were rustling with moist, withered leaves, and the cold blue sky was half hidden by clouds²dark grey streamers, rapidly mounting from the west, and boding abundant rain²I requested my young lady to forego her ramble, because I was certain of showers. She refused; and I unwillingly donned a cloak, and took my umbrella to accompany her on a stroll to the bottom of the park: a formal walk which she generally affected if low-spirited²and that she invariably was when Mr. Edgar had been worse than ordinary, a thing never known from his confession, but guessed both by her and me from his increased silence and the melancholy of his countenance. She went sadly on: there was no running or bounding now, though the chill wind might well have tempted her to race. And often, from the side of my eye, I could detect her raising a hand, and brushing something off her cheek. I gazed round for a means of diverting her thoughts. On one side of the road rose a high, rough bank, where hazels and stunted oaks, with

their roots half exposed, held uncertain tenure: the soil was too loose for the latter; and strong winds had blown some nearly horizontal. In summer Miss Catherine delighted to climb along these trunks, and sit in the branches, swinging twenty feet above the ground; and I, pleased with her agility and her light, childish heart, still considered it proper to scold every time I caught her at such an elevation, but so that she knew there was no necessity for descending. From dinner to tea she would lie in her breeze-rocked cradle, doing nothing except singing old songs²my nursery lore²to herself, or watching the birds, joint tenants, feed and entice their young ones to fly: or nestling with closed lids, half thinking, half dreaming, happier than words can express. µLook, Miss!¶ I exclaimed, pointing to a nook under the roots of one twisted tree. µWinter is not here yet. There¶s a little flower up yonder, the last bud from the multitude of bluebells that clouded those turf steps in July with a lilac mist. Will you clamber up, and pluck it to show to papa?¶ Cathy stared a long time at the lonely blossom trembling in its earthy shelter, and replied, at length²µNo, I¶ll not touch it: but it looks melancholy, does it not, Ellen?¶ µYes,¶ I observed, µabout as starved and suckless as you your cheeks are bloodless; let us take hold of hands and run. You¶re so low, I daresay I shall keep up with you.¶ µNo,¶ she repeated, and continued sauntering on, pausing at intervals to muse over a bit of moss, or a tuft of blanched grass, or a fungus spreading its bright orange among the heaps of brown foliage; and, ever and anon, her hand was lifted to her averted face. µCatherine, why are you crying, love?¶ I asked, approaching and putting my arm over her shoulder. µYou mustn¶t cry because papa has a cold; be thankful it is nothing worse.¶ She now put no further restraint on her tears; her breath was stifled by sobs. µOh, it will be something worse,¶ she said. µAnd what shall I do when papa and you leave me, and I am by myself? I can¶t forget your words, Ellen; they are always in my ear. How life will be changed, how dreary the world will be, when papa and you are dead.¶ µNone can tell whether you won¶t die before us,¶ I replied. µIt¶s wrong to anticipate evil. We¶ll hope there are years and years to come before any of us go: master is young, and I am strong, and hardly forty-five. My mother lived till eighty, a canty dame to the last. And suppose Mr. Linton I were spared till he saw sixty, that would be more years than you have counted, Miss. And would it not be foolish to mourn a calamity above twenty years beforehand?¶ µBut Aunt Isabella was younger than papa,¶ she remarked, gazing up with timid hope to seek further consolation. µAunt Isabella had not you and me to nurse her,¶ I replied. µShe wasn¶t as happy as Master: she hadn¶t as much to live for. All you need do, is to wait well on your father, and cheer him by letting him see you cheerful; and avoid giving him anxiety on any subject: mind that, Cathy! I¶ll not disguise but you might kill him if you were wild and reckless, and cherished a foolish, fanciful affection for the son of a person who would be glad to have him in his grave; and allowed him to discover that you fretted over the separation he has judged it expedient to make.¶ µI fret about nothing on earth except papa¶s illness,¶ answered my companion. µI care for nothing in comparison with papa. And I¶ll never²never²oh, never, while I have my senses, do an act or say a word to vex him. I love him better than myself, Ellen; and I know it by this: I pray

both of you. Heathcliff. I can¶t scale the ramparts on this side!¶ µStay where you are. as it turns out. her hat fell off. and he¶ll be under the sod before summer. anxiously. In stretching to pull them. Don¶t be in haste to enter. we neared a door that opened on the road. and she nimbly disappeared. Mr. I. µEllen. if not. flogging for that! You especially.¶ said Heathcliff. or else I must run round to the porter¶s lodge. and attempted to frighten him out of his idiotcy. he¶s dying for you. you have cause to blush. reaching over to gather some hips that bloomed scarlet on the summit branches of the wild-rose trees shadowing the highway side: the lower fruit had disappeared. I was about to hurry home as fast as I could. As true as I live. and less sensitive. because I would rather be miserable than that he should be: that proves I love him better than myself.¶ µI sha¶n¶t speak to you. were you not in the habit of writing to Linton? making love in play. and my young lady. I suppose. Miss Linton!¶ cried a deep voice (the rider¶s). and Ellen says the same. I¶ve got your letters. when an approaching sound arrested me. unless you restore him!¶ µHow can you lie so glaringly to the poor child?¶ I called from the inside. µI¶m glad to meet you. I¶ll go.¶ µGood words. climbed up and seated herself on the top of the wall. while I tried all the large keys in succession. I presume you grew weary of the amusement and dropped it. I wish you could open the door. and it is concerning him that I demand your attention. and as the door was locked. and if you give me any pertness I¶ll send them to your father. remember you don¶t forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear. It was the trot of a horse. lightening into sunshine again.¶ I replied. He was in earnest: in love. you dropped Linton with it into a Slough of Despond. breaking his heart at your fickleness: not figuratively. µHo. for I have an explanation to ask and obtain. but actually. But the return was no such easy matter: the stones were smooth and neatly cemented. didn¶t recollect that. I bid her be cautious lest she got a fall. µPapa says you are a wicked man.every night that I may live after him. but only birds could touch the upper. so. like a fool. and you hate both him and me. except from Cathy¶s present station. µPray ride on! How can you deliberately get up such paltry falsehoods? Miss Cathy.¶ Catherine amused herself with dancing to and fro before the door. didn¶t you? Well.¶ answered Catherine. till I heard her laughing and exclaiming²µEllen! you¶ll have to fetch the key. and after he is well. Two or three months since. eh? You deserved. I¶ll knock the lock off with a .¶ whispered back my companion. µI have my bundle of keys in my pocket: perhaps I may manage to open it.¶ µThat is nothing to the purpose. and I have used more serious measures. really.¶ I answered. he gets worse daily. and found that none would do. Cathy¶s dance stopped also. I had applied the last. µBut deeds must prove it also.¶ As we talked. the elder. µWho is that?¶ I whispered. Yes. (He it was. repeating my desire that she would remain there.) µI don¶t hate my son. and the rose-bushes and black-berry stragglers could yield no assistance in reascending. she proposed scrambling down to recover it. Though Hareton has made him a standing jest for six weeks.

and I think your master himself would scarcely object to her visiting her cousin. but I don¶t like your double-dealing. I¶ll own that he¶s with a harsh set. there¶s a darling! Just imagine your father in my place. µbut I shall never feel at ease till I know. he had fallen asleep. you can walk over yourself. bending down. As soon as she supposed me absorbed in my occupation. and spreading my umbrella.¶ µCome in. go and see if have not spoken truth: do. She returned. if you won¶t let her go. Our hurry prevented any comment on the encounter with Heathcliff. and cannot be persuaded that you don¶t hate him. I like you.¶ repeated Heathcliff. He dreams of you day and night. Ellen. µYou may be right. he¶s going to his grave. Don¶t mind Mrs. and a kind word from you would be his best medicine. looking hard at me. You can feel in yourself it is impossible that a person should die for love of a stranger. her favourite diversion.¶ µI was not aware there were eavesdroppers. but I divined instinctively that Catherine¶s heart was clouded now in double darkness. µWorthy Mrs. and Hareton and Joseph have less. but be generous.¶ I closed the door. she recommenced her silent weeping: it appeared. and none but you can save him!¶ The lock gave way and I issued out. then I expostulated: deriding and ridiculing all Mr. as well as love. as we stretched towards home. when your father himself entreated him. He pushed his horse close. on my salvation. and asked me to sit with her in the library. then think how you would value your careless lover if he refused to stir a step to comfort you. and don¶t. Dean. for she lingered. I got a book. µI swear Linton is dying. and told me not to talk. The master had retired to rest before we came in. from pure stupidity. and. and afterwards she lay down on the rug. too stern to express his inward deceit. Heathcliff¶s assertions about his son. at present. and convince him that I shall not change. I drew my charge underneath: for the rain began to drive through the moaning branches of the trees. they did not seem hers: she evidently regarded what she had heard as every syllable true. observed²µMiss Catherine.¶ said I. He pines for kindness. µHow could you lie so glaringly as to affirm I hated the ³poor child´? and invent bugbear stories to terrify her from my doorstones? Catherine Linton (the very name warms me). But I shall not return till this time next week. as if I were certain she would coincide. Nelly. I suffered her to enjoy it a while. my bonny lass. and pretended to read. Her features were so sad.¶ she answered. I¶ll own to you that I have little patience with Linton. I shall be from home all this week. and rolled a stone to assist the loosened lock in holding it. and Linton in yours.¶ . And I must tell Linton it is not my fault that I don¶t write. Cathy stole to his room to inquire how he was. µAnd grief and disappointment are hastening his death. viewing with troubled eyes the features of the speaker. We took our tea together.¶ he added aloud. and warned us to avoid delay. fall into the same error.¶ muttered the detected villain. since you neither write nor call. and contrive to see him. for she was weary. Dean¶s cruel cautions. I swear. Alas! I hadn¶t skill to counteract the effect his account had produced: it was just what he intended.stone: you won¶t believe that vile nonsense. taking Cathy by the arm and half forcing her to re-enter.

mistaking our approach for that of his negligent attendant. one gone on an errand. µOh. half drizzle²and temporary brooks crossed our path²gurgling from the uplands. dejected countenance. We knew Linton¶s tones. and repeated it louder. Linton.¶ Vigorous puffs. in the faint hope that Linton himself might prove. µWell.¶ continued he. to ascertain whether Mr. declared he had no ear for this appeal. The housekeeper and Hareton were invisible. bristling with large pieces of toasted oat-cake. and looked feverish and ill. and fetched a scuttleful myself. My feet were thoroughly wetted. It¶s so cold!¶ I stirred up the cinders. in which he reclined. Heathcliff were really absent: because I put slight faith in his own affirmation. µNo²don¶t kiss me: it takes my breath. He stopped on observing his error: his cousin flew to him.¶ murmured Catherine. after recovering a little from Catherine¶s embrace. We entered the farm-house by the kitchen way. I asked if the master was in? My question remained so long unanswered. by the side of my wilful young mistress¶s pony. Dear me! Papa said you would call. Joseph! come this moment. simultaneously with me. that I thought the old man had grown deaf. a quart of ale on the table near him. µare you glad to see me? Can I do you any good?¶ . I was cross and low. but next day beheld me on the road to Wuthering Heights. how little of the tale was founded on fact. µIs that you. short pipe in his mouth. and those² those detestable creatures won¶t bring coals to the fire.What use were anger and protestations against her silly credulity? We parted that night²hostile. µNa²ay! yah muh goa back whear yah coom frough. and heavy eyes: and I yielded. Catherine ran to the hearth to warm herself. The invalid complained of being covered with ashes. Joseph seemed sitting in a sort of elysium alone. but he had a tiresome cough. starved to death!¶ said the boy. I couldn¶t bear to witness her sorrow: to see her pale. exactly the humour suited for making the most of these disagreeable things. probably. so I did not rebuke his temper. Miss Linton?¶ he said. by his reception of us. and his black. CHAPTER XXIII The rainy night had ushered in a misty morning²half frost. from the inner room. and a resolute stare into the grate. µNa²ay!¶ he snarled. when his corrugated brow relaxed. or rather screamed through his nose.¶ µJoseph!¶ cried a peevish voice. while she stood by looking very contrite. µWill you shut the door. µHow often am I to call you? There are only a few red ashes now. I hope you¶ll die in a garret. raising his head from the arm of the great chair. beside a roaring fire. and the other at his work. if you please? you left it open. and entered.

and being unwilling to run to and fro at his behest. It¶s something new to hear a voice like yours!¶ he replied.¶ µNo. µBut papa says you would love me better than him and all the world. Miss Linton. that brute Hareton laughs at me! I hate him! indeed. nor anything else. I should never love anybody better than papa. sometimes. but not their sisters and brothers: and if you were the latter.¶ µIs your father attentive to you. I replied²µNobody is out there but Joseph. or Cathy.µWhy didn¶t you come before?¶ he asked.¶ he exclaimed fretfully. Master Heathcliff?¶ I asked. he would be more the master of the Grange than your father by this time. µAttentive? He makes them a little more attentive at least. filled a tumbler. because you wouldn¶t come. more cheerfully. Do say you will. Heathcliff. Now. I wonder where Zillah is! Will you¶ (looking at me) µstep into the kitchen and see?¶ I had received no thanks for my other service. µDespise you? No! Next to papa and Ellen. He bid her add a spoonful of wine from a bottle on the table. I can neither bear to talk. It tired me dreadfully writing those long letters. reiterating her former question and pleased to detect the faint dawn of a smile. Miss²?¶ µI wish you would say Catherine. wouldn¶t you?¶ µYes. and said she was very kind. µZillah is constantly gadding off to Gimmerton since papa went: it¶s miserable! And I¶m obliged to come down here²they resolved never to hear me up-stairs.¶ answered Linton. shuffling.¶ . µAnd are you glad to see me?¶ asked she. and you might spend an hour or two with me in his absence. µBut I have been vexed. And papa swore it was owing to me: he called me a pitiful. I think I should not be peevish with you: you¶d not provoke me. she lighted on a pitcher in the dresser. µAnd people hate their wives. I am.¶ Cathy began searching for some water. though. and I dare not come when he returns: will he stay away many days?¶ µNot many. I¶d far rather have talked to you.¶ he cried. if you were my wife. and said you despised me. since the shooting season commenced. But you don¶t despise me. and if he had been in my place. worthless thing.¶ interrupted my young lady. turning away. I don¶t love Mr. and papa would be as fond of you as he is of me.¶ said Catherine. and you¶d always be ready to help me. I hate them all: they are odious beings. Pretty Linton! I wish you were my brother.¶ she returned gravely.¶ µI want to drink. µYou should have come. stroking his long soft hair: µif I could only get papa¶s consent. so I¶d rather you were that. µbut he goes on to the moors frequently. and brought it. appeared more tranquil. I love you better than anybody living. you would live with us.¶ µAnd then you would like me as well as your father?¶ observed he. and having swallowed a small portion. perceiving Catherine to be checked in her friendly advances. µThe wretches! Do you know. I¶d spend half my time with you. µYes. do you. instead of writing.

¶ he replied: µspiteful. µHush.¶ µOh!¶ exclaimed Catherine. µI¶m sorry I hurt you. µyou sha¶n¶t contradict me. who stood behind. I¶ll tell you something!¶ said Linton. I suppose. beside herself. µthat¶s your father¶s tale. µI didn¶t strike you!¶ muttered Cathy. µHow do you feel now. Master Heathcliff?¶ I inquired. much irritated. He sighed and moaned like one under great suffering. either: you¶re not much.¶ µYours is a wicked man.¶ retorted Catherine.¶ added he. she did. It lasted so long that it frightened even me. asserted her relation was false. but Cathy affirmed they did. aghast at the mischief she had done: though she said nothing. Master Heathcliff!¶ I said.¶ she answered pertly. too.¶ said the boy. µI wish she felt as I do. chewing her lip to prevent another burst of emotion. instanced his own father¶s aversion to her aunt. Catherine quelled her lamentations also. racked beyond endurance. and kept it up for a quarter of an hour. and caused him to fall against one arm.¶ she said at length.¶ . she wept with all her might. µWell. I endeavoured to stop her thoughtless tongue.¶ µIt isn¶t: you hold your tongue!¶ he answered. and leaning back his head to enjoy the agitation of the other disputant. and. she did!¶ Cathy. I held him till the fit exhausted itself. sinking into the recess of his chair. I couldn¶t succeed till everything she knew was out.¶ µShe didn¶t leave him. He was immediately seized by a suffocating cough that soon ended his triumph. and leant his head down silently. Master Heathcliff. are you. gave the chair a violent push. on purpose to distress his cousin apparently. µPapa told me. And I was better to-day: and there²¶ his voice died in a whimper. µBut I couldn¶t have been hurt by that little push. µShe did. in her wisdom. µYou little liar! I hate you now!¶ she panted. He must be wicked to have made Aunt Isabella leave him as she did. µAnd she loved mine. Linton. too enraged to continue. and I had no idea that you could. Catherine! she did. cruel thing! Hareton never touches me: he never struck me in his life. and her face grew red with passion.Linton denied that people ever hated their wives. Answer! speak to me.¶ cried my young lady. µHe calls him a sneaking fool. µYour mother hated your father: now then. took a seat opposite. and looked solemnly into the fire. and papa does not tell falsehoods.¶ µShe did. for whenever he caught a stifled sob from her he put renewed pain and pathos into the inflexions of his voice. Linton? Don¶t let me go home thinking I¶ve done you harm. As to his cousin. µShe did! she did!¶ sang Linton. µand you are very naughty to dare to repeat what he says. µMy papa scorns yours!¶ cried Linton. after waiting ten minutes. Then he thrust me away.

µit won¶t be Miss who spoils your ease: you¶d be the same had she never come.¶ he murmured.¶ I said.¶ he said. Linton?¶ µYou can¶t alter what you¶ve done. I must go?¶ she repeated. determined to be as grievous and harassing as it can. She tried to put it more comfortably. as she half knelt by the settle. µunless you alter it for the worse by teasing me into a fever. that you are not the person to benefit him. at least.¶ said he. µI can¶t bear your talking. µSince you are in the habit of passing dreadful nights. and converted her shoulder into a support. and I followed. Now. and lay writhing in the mere perverseness of an indulged plague of a child. she shall not disturb you again. µYou¶ll be content with the cushion. but you¶llbe comfortably asleep while I¶m in agony. If you had it you¶d know what it was. µLet me alone. and entreated. as if it were a stone or a block of wood. µand he may roll about as he pleases: we can¶t stop to watch him. he¶ll be glad to lie still. Master Heathcliff. µI shall lift him on to the settle.¶ .¶ I said. I wonder how you would like to pass those fearful nights!¶ And he began to wail aloud. he rejected the latter.µI can¶t speak to you. shrinking from her.¶ She lingered. µThat¶s too high. He twined himself up to her. and that his condition of health is not occasioned by attachment to you.¶ She placed a cushion under his head. I thoroughly gauged his disposition from his behaviour. Linton had slid from his seat on to the hearthstone. till he grew quiet from lack of breath: by no means from compunction at distressing her. then. then?¶ she asked despairingly. that won¶t do. and nobody near me. µDo you want me to go. and resisted my persuasions to departure a tiresome while. µyou¶ve hurt me so that I shall lie awake all night choking with this cough. but as he neither looked up nor spoke.¶ I said. she finally made a movement to the door. However. µNo. and soothed. bending over him. and perhaps you¶ll get quieter when we leave you. Not so my companion: she ran back in terror.¶ he replied pettishly. and offered him some water. Miss Cathy. for very pity of himself. there he is! Come away: as soon as he knows there is nobody by to care for his nonsense. µI can¶t do with that. Miss has wasted too much time on you already: we cannot remain five minutes longer. I hope you are satisfied. We were recalled by a scream.¶ µMust I go?¶ asked Catherine dolefully. and cried.¶ murmured the provoking thing. knelt down. µHow must I arrange it.¶ µWell. then. and saw at once it would be folly to attempt humouring him.¶ Catherine brought another to lay above it. and tossed uneasily on the former. µit¶s not high enough.

or a story.¶ My companion waxed serious at hearing this speech. however. as Mr.µYes. µThe worst-tempered bit of a sickly slip that ever struggled into its teens. and so they went on until the clock struck twelve.¶ I continued: µI¶ll have that lock mended. for I musn¶t come. though: begin. He¶s beginning to think I shall have far greater misery than he will to-night. The employment pleased both mightily. Linton. to cure me. and wiser: less childish.¶ Catherine repeated the longest she could remember. Happily. you know.¶ he answered. I¶m older than he is. µYou ought to come. I¶d rather have a ballad. Ellen. Sit quite still and don¶t talk: but you may sing a song. Ellen?¶ µLike him!¶ I exclaimed. returning for his dinner. will you be here to-morrow?¶ asked young Heathcliff. µYou won¶t go to-morrow.¶ said his cousin. We should. should we after we were used to each other? Don¶t you like him. . or you may say a nice long interesting ballad²one of those you promised to teach me. Tell the truth about it. I¶m glad you have no chance of having him for a husband. and you can escape by no way else. and we heard Hareton in the court.¶ she said laughing. µSit on the settle and let me lean on your knee. And small loss to his family whenever he drops off.²I didn¶t do it all. whole afternoons together. indeed. To speak of his death so regardlessly wounded her feelings. I¶ll take good care. µAnd to-morrow. we can!¶ replied Cathy. if I believe he is the worse for my visit: and then I dare not come again. I¶d make such a pet of him. And I¶m certain Linton would recover quickly if he had me to look after him. And you want me: you would wish to see me sometimes. he¶ll not win twenty. holding her frock as she rose reluctantly. µOh. the more tedious and selfish he¶d be. and you are not my gaoler. µHowever. we¶ll be friends now. Miss Catherine. when we were out of the house. are you?¶ She smiled. am I not? And he¶ll soon do as I direct him. because you have hurt me: you know you have extremely! I was not as ill when you entered as I am at present²was I?¶ µBut you¶ve made yourself ill by crying and being in a passion.¶ µI can get over the wall. for his forehead cleared as she stooped and whispered in his ear. And lucky it is for us that his father took him: the kinder he was treated. Catherine. with some slight coaxing.¶ I answered. µnor next day neither. if I have hurt you. Linton would have another. notwithstanding my strenuous objections. Miss!¶ I commenced. µThe Grange is not a prison. if he were mine. µNo. and after that another. if you can sing. yes. That¶s as mamma used to do. µYou are not dreaming of it. I doubt whether he¶ll see spring.¶ She.¶ he replied impatiently. He¶s a pretty little darling when he¶s good. recollect. µHe¶s good and patient now.¶ µYou must come. Heathcliff conjectured. really?¶ µI told you I did. never quarrel. And besides. I¶m almost seventeen: I¶m a woman. gave a different response evidently.

Linton. Her day was divided between us. thus the evening was her own. And though frequently. I remarked a fresh colour in her cheeks and a pinkness over her slender fingers. instead of fancying the line borrowed from a cold ride across the moors. µafter all. for listen. And on the first occasion of my sitting up in the evening I asked Catherine to read to me. As soon as I entered I hastened to change my soaked shoes and stockings.¶ I cried. It is wearisome. when she looked in to bid me good-night. and imagining my sort of books did not suit her.¶ µIt has been revived. my master supposed we had been wandering through the park. I¶m positive of that. He¶s as strong now as when he first came into the north. The moment Catherine left Mr. well. and never. and she set off at a gallop. CHAPTER XXIV At the close of three weeks I was able to quit my chamber and move about the house. She must have had a warm heart. I shall inform Mr. rather unwillingly. I¶ll keep my word. Miss. are not you tired? Hadn¶t you better lie down now? You¶ll be sick. we needn¶t trouble ourselves. no amusement usurped a minute: she neglected her meals. but the master retired early. because my eyes were weak. the confinement brought me exceedingly low.¶ was her reply. µMust not be continued. I laid it to the charge of a hot fire in the library. and I generally needed nothing after six o¶clock. and she was the fondest nurse that ever watched. and cheer my solitude. Linton¶s room she appeared at my bedside.¶ I returned. unless he allow it. and during three weeks I remained incapacitated for attending to my duties: a calamity never experienced prior to that period. We both reached home before our dinner-time. dear. to a stirring active body: but few have slighter reasons for complaint than I had. I fancied. and why shouldn¶t he?¶ µWell. when she loved her father so. I bid her please herself in the choice of what she perused.¶ muttered Cathy. but sitting such awhile at the Heights had done the mischief. the same as papa has. We were in the library. sulkily.¶ she answered. She selected one of her own favourites.²and mind. and got forward steadily about an hour. to give so much to me. continually. with or without me. after a protracted pause of meditation.¶ I said. the master having gone to bed: she consented. Ellen. the intimacy with your cousin must not be revived. You say papa will get better. keeping up so long. leaving me to toil in the rear. I am thankful to say.¶ µNo. . her studies. no. and her play.µHe¶s younger than I. On the succeeding morning I was laid up. µWe¶ll see. Poor thing! I never considered what she did with herself after tea. µand he ought to live the longest: he will²he must live as long as I do.²if you attempt going to Wuthering Heights again. and therefore he demanded no explanation of our absence. It¶s only a cold that ails him. then. since. then came frequent questions. I said her days were divided between us. I¶m not tired. µEllen. and. My little mistress behaved like an angel in coming to wait on me.

I resolved on going and inquiring whether she were better. µMy dear Miss Catherine. The man took his charge stealthily across the grass towards the stable. extinguished my candle. She put the door gently too. and asking her to come and lie on the sofa. µPromise not to be angry. and none below. That was worse: she fretted and sighed. viewing the carriage-road through the grounds. a sprinkling of snow covered the ground.¶ I answered. instead of up-stairs in the dark. and I guessed it. threw her arms round my neck. so she commenced² . I¶m so afraid of you being angry. I assured her I would not scold. leading Miss¶s pony. for refreshment. and looked at her watch till eight. untied her hat. possibly. Ellen.¶ µGive over then and talk. µWell. I thought her conduct odd. and on the third from recovering my company she complained of a headache.¶ was the muttered reply. to lay aside her mantle. whatever her secret might be.¶ she said. and you shall know the very truth: I hate to hide it. completely overdone with sleep. I recognised one of the grooms. The moon shone bright. have taken it into her head to walk about the garden. He stood a considerable period. and finally went to her room. heavy look.¶ she stammered. µYou know you have been doing wrong.¶ She sprang forward. or you wouldn¶t be driven to uttering an untruth to me.¶ We sat down in the window-seat. and left me. I¶m tired. all was silence. she essayed another method of showing her disrelish for her occupation. µI didn¶t tell a tale. Cathy entered by the casement-window of the drawing-room. but it was not my young mistress: on its emerging into the light. I did detect a figure creeping along the inner fence of the park. µOh. then started off at a brisk pace. sorrowfully. I¶d rather be three months ill. of course. slipped off her snowy shoes. than hear you frame a deliberate lie. judging by her peevish. and seated myself in the window. µNo. That does grieve me. and stood fixed. Edgar¶s door. and glided noiselessly up to where I awaited her. too vividly impressed by her recent kindness to break into a scold. It changed to yawning. and I reflected that she might. and stretching.Perceiving me immovable. and was proceeding. as if he had detected something. and the constant rubbing she inflicted on her eyes. when I suddenly rose and revealed myself. and walking by its side. The following night she seemed more impatient still. µwhere have you been riding out at this hour? And why should you try to deceive me by telling a tale? Where have you been? Speak!¶ µTo the bottom of the park. and there she was. I returned to her apartment. and reappeared presently. and² µEllen. No Catherine could I discover up-stairs. and having remained alone a long while. unconscious of my espionage. The servants affirmed they had not seen her. The surprise petrified her an instant: she uttered an inarticulate exclamation. I listened at Mr. Catherine!¶ I cried.¶ I began. just dismounted.¶ µAnd nowhere else?¶ I demanded. and bursting into tears.

I gave Michael books and pictures to prepare Minny every evening. when we quitted him. At first.. as Joseph was out at a prayer-meeting and Hareton Earnshaw was off with his dogs²robbing our woods of pheasants. He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace. and generally stayed till half-past eight. we were near quarrelling. among a heap of old toys.µI¶ve been to Wuthering Heights. however. and linnets. but close by great swells of long grass undulating in waves to the breeze. and thought how nice it would be to play in. and not only larks. tops. so he offered. Now and then I was happy: once in a week perhaps. if I would lend him books out of the library. and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his. and to put her back in the stable: you mustn¶t scold him either. and twice after you left your room. and I¶ve never missed going a day since you fell ill. he easily recovered his good humour: he was . if we removed the table. and blackbirds. I said his heaven would be only half alive. and I in the little rocking chair on the hearth-stone. because he was sick. and Linton didn¶t like it. That night. We found two in a cupboard. and I asked Linton to call Zillah in to help us. I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. and battledores and shuttlecocks. his name. as soon as the right weather came. Ellen. he said.. and found so much to say: we planned where we would go. I was at the Heights by half-past six. That was his most perfect idea of heaven¶s happiness: mine was rocking in a rustling green tree. He is fond of reading. and cuckoos pouring out music on every side. and told us that. as you stayed up-stairs on the morrow. At last. and he thinks of leaving soon to get married. and the whole world awake and wild with joy. and he said he could not breathe in mine. and Linton sat in the arm-chair. except thrice before. I expected there would be sad work persuading you to let me keep my word to Linton: for I had engaged to call again next day.. and the blue sky and bright sun shining steadily and cloudlessly. as I heard afterwards²we might do what we liked. and Zillah (that is their housekeeper) made us a clean room and a good fire. and the other H. I beat him constantly: and he got cross again. and bright white clouds flitting rapidly above. we agreed to try both. µOne time. and how papa would object to my going: and then I negotiated with him about the pony. mind.. and we laughed and talked so merrily. and the moors seen at a distance. µOn my second visit Linton seemed in lively spirits. and began to grow very snappish. because that stood for Catherine. and told him how my cousin wished me to visit him. While Michael was refastening the lock of the park door in the afternoon. because you would call it silly. One was marked C. but throstles. Ellen. and woods and sounding water. and that satisfied him better. and couldn¶t come to the Grange. with a west wind blowing. He said the pleasantest manner of spending a hot July day was lying from morning till evening on a bank of heath in the middle of the moors. and appeared exceedingly good-natured. might be for Heathcliff. and the larks singing high up overhead. but the bran came out of H. I needn¶t repeat that. I looked at the great room with its smooth uncarpeted floor. with the bees humming dreamily about among the bloom. though. I got possession of the key. to do what I wished: but I preferred giving him my own. I escaped that trouble. and we¶d have a game at blindman¶s-buff. but. and returned to his chair. and then we kissed each other and were friends. µAfter sitting still an hour. and then galloped home. and coughed. and what we would do in summer. He wouldn¶t: there was no pleasure in it. you know. broken into cool dusky dells. I wished to have the C. she should try to catch us: you used to. and hoops. and the H. but he consented to play at ball with me. It was not to amuse myself that I went: I was often wretched all the time. She brought me some warm wine and gingerbread.

the name²³Hareton Earnshaw. and approved of my excursions: but it was beautiful moonlight after tea. you won¶t cry about it. and I dreamt of Wuthering Heights and my sweet. and appeared as if he wanted me to speak to him. and I¶m hurt that he should be despised now. laughing heartily at his failure. he begged and entreated me to come the following evening. and you shall hear if he conned his A B C to please me. and. as if uncertain whether he might not join in my mirth: whether it were not pleasant familiarity. dear!¶²I interrupted. and he wished to remedy it and please you. surprised at my earnestness. he looked up to the inscription above. and. encouragingly. Ellen. as he raised the latch. with a grin hovering about his lips. and I promised. He reddened²I saw that by the moonlight²dropped his hand from the latch. and half got up to welcome me. contempt. a picture of mortified vanity.charmed with two or three pretty songs²your songs. because he could spell his own name. you would have felt how improper it was to behave in that way. I thought to myself. If you had remembered that Hareton was your cousin as much as Master Heathcliff. but I don¶t like your conduct there. and said. perceiving that he came to a dead halt. To sneer at his imperfect attempt was very bad breeding. when that fellow Earnshaw met me. I shall have another happy evening. and drawled over by syllables. ³It wouldn¶t do mitch hurt if it did. µThe fool stared. for I came to see Linton. however. and a scowl gathering over his eyes. Miss Catherine. or what it really was. till morning.´ he answered. by suddenly retrieving my gravity and desiring him to walk away. I settled his doubts. At least. and bid me go in by the front entrance. I suppose.¶ µStop. will you?¶ she exclaimed. µ³I cannot tell them yet. µ³Oh. partly because you were poorly. I only told him to leave my horse alone. now. and if it were worth while being civil to the brute. Had you been brought up in his circumstances. Minny and I went flying home as light as air. the gloom cleared. darling cousin. not him.¶ µWell. because that base Heathcliff has treated him so unjustly. µOn the morrow I was sad. I trotted up their garden. as I rode on. it was praiseworthy ambition for him to desire to be as accomplished as Linton. Ellen. would you be less rude? He was as quick and as intelligent a child as ever you were. . He imagined himself to be as accomplished as Linton. He patted Minny¶s neck. and what delights me more. and partly that I wished my father knew.´ µ³And the figures?´ I cried. and was turning round to the back. He answered in his vulgar accent.´ and surveyed its legs with a smile. Linton was lying on the settle. or else it would kick him. and when I was obliged to go. with a stupid mixture of awkwardness and elation: ³Miss Catherine! I can read yon. ³Pray let us hear you²you are grown clever!´ µHe spelt. my pretty Linton will. I entered. µBut wait. and skulked off.´ I exclaimed. I was half inclined to make it try. and was marvellously discomfited that I didn¶t think the same. I have no doubt. and said she was a bonny beast. he moved off to open the door. took my bridle. µI shall not scold. and probably he did not learn merely to show off: you had made him ashamed of his ignorance before. you dunce!´ I said.´ µ³Wonderful.

and quivering. ech. I exclaimed that he had killed Linton. seized Linton by the arm. crackly laugh by the fire. and shut us out. seemingly longing to knock me down. dragging her in. as weel as I do. and declared I should do ³no sich stuff. Zillah and I ascended after him. she inquired what there was to do? I hadn¶t breath to explain. who sud be t¶ maister yonder²Ech. powerless fury. but he stopped me at the top of the steps. and hurrying from her work. ³Devil! devil!²I¶ll kill you²I¶ll kill you!´ Joseph uttered his croaking laugh again. and avoided irritating him in any way. I¶ll kill you!²If you don¶t let me in. ³Take her there if she comes to see thee: thou shalln¶t keep me out of this. and she took me. disregarding the old wretch¶s mockery. He was not pretty then. no! he looked frightful. and I let one volume fall.´ I stood crying till the housekeeper reappeared. ech. that¶s t¶ father!´ he cried. and said I shouldn¶t go in: I must go home. I looked about for Linton. µ³Get to thy own room!´ he said. µLinton was white and trembling. She affirmed he would be better in a bit. and swung him off the seat. Catherine. Joseph locked the door. Hareton. love. µ³If you don¶t let me in. At last his cries were choked by a dreadful fit of coughing. beheld that odious Joseph standing rubbing his bony hands.´ µI knew now that I mustn¶t tease him. Niver heed. I had brought some of my nicest books for him: he asked me to read a little of one. and he was then conveying the poor thing up-stairs. and I spoke softly and put no questions. and he fell on the ground. She soon heard me: she was milking the cows in a shed behind the barn. he kicked it after me. he knaws. He grasped the handle of the door.µ³I¶m ill to-night. and left Linton no time to answer. ech! He made ye skift properly! Ech. I was afraid for a moment.´ and asked me whether I were ³bahn to be as mad as him. and nearly carried me into the house. and he clenched his fist as I followed. and turning. for his thin face and large eyes were wrought into an expression of frantic. µ³Thear. as he was ill. µ³I wer sure he¶d sarve ye out! He¶s a grand lad! He¶s getten t¶ raight sperrit in him! He knaws²ay. ³That¶s father! We¶ve allas summut o¶ either side in us. and I¶ll make you promise again. and I was about to comply. I was sure you wouldn¶t break your word. Earnshaw had come out to examine the mischief he had caused.´ he said. as loud as I could. but he couldn¶t do with that shrieking and din. nearly throwing him into the kitchen. . sick with terror. and shook it: it was fastened inside. blood gushed from his mouth. I heard a malignant. Begone wi¶ ye both!´ µHe swore at us. in a voice almost inarticulate with passion. and let me listen. Ellen: oh. but he shrieked so shockingly that I dared not proceed. and his face looked swelled and furious. ech!´ µ³Where must we go?´ I asked of my cousin. and tried to pull him away. when Earnshaw burst the door open: having gathered venom with reflection. I¶ll kill you!´ he rather shrieked than said. lad²dunnut be µfeard²he cannot get at thee!´ µI took hold of Linton¶s hands. and called for Zillah. I ran into the yard. He advanced direct to us. and Iwould enter. ³and you must have all the talk. and sit by me. Come. before you go.

frightened by my assertions that I would tell papa. I got up and walked from the room. and. ³You are so much happier than I am. you may say good-bye: you¶ll get rid of an annoyance. than as happy and as healthy. it was to utter the falsehood that I had occasioned the uproar. I beheld Linton laid on a little sofa. but he quitted the room directly. now it seemed wrong to refrain. and bad in temper. I was not rid of him: when at length they compelled me to depart. thundering one of his horrid curses. and stole off once more. and tell Mr. I couldn¶t bear longer suspense. and checked Minny and took hold of me. and pretend that I do so every time. µI didn¶t bid you good-night that evening. µ³Young master is in the house. but I was strangely excited. I hate everybody! I am worthless. and the morrow was the second day on which I stayed at home. I was ready to tear my hair off my head! I sobbed and wept so that my eyes were almost blind. if you choose. And what quite confounded me. walking up to the fire. and Hareton was not to blame! Unable to reply.´ µ³Sit down and take your hat off. He sent after me a faint ³Catherine!´ He did not reckon on being answered so: but I wouldn¶t turn back.´ and considered myself doing a duty as she bore me over the hills. Heathcliff that you have no wish to see me. and I didn¶t go to Wuthering Heights the next: I wished to go exceedingly. where. except passionately. I went in. thinking perhaps he would murder me. Michael came to ask if he must saddle Minny. and shows enough scorn of me. and as you think I come on purpose to hurt you. Zillah received me. µ³Miss Catherine. Earnshaw was there also. that my resolution melted into air before it was properly formed. he commenced blubbering himself.´ said Zillah. and that he mustn¶t invent any more falsehoods on the subject. and walked. as she saw me making for the parlour. you ought to be better. do me this justice: believe that if I might be as sweet. I began in a serious tone. and sometimes shuddered at the thought of encountering Hareton. through a whole hour.´ he answered. and. Ellen: he has such an unhappy temper. Linton. I went at five o¶clock. I doubt whether I am not altogether as worthless as he calls me. I would be.´ and denying that it was his fault. On the third day I took courage: at least. It had appeared wrong to take the journey once. Only. tidy. and never hearing anything about him. Catherine. ³but it¶s rayther too bad²´ µI gave him a cut with my whip. nearly determined to visit him no more. Linton sat in the great arm-chair half asleep. fancying I might manage to creep into the house. finally. the dogs gave notice of my approach. Still. But it was so miserable going to bed and getting up. and that he should be put in prison and hanged. And believe that your kindness has made me love you deeper than if I deserved . and as kind. He let go. and I had got some hundred yards off the premises. and the ruffian you have such sympathy with stood opposite: presuming every now and then to bid me ³wisht. and saying ³the lad was mending nicely. Papa talks enough of my defects.´ showed me into a small. But he would neither speak to me nor look at me. and more so. However.µEllen. I said ³Yes. and up to Linton¶s room. sometimes. I¶m ill grieved. when he did open his mouth. as willingly. and then I feel so cross and bitter. and bad in spirit. and dreaded to hear that Linton was dead. reading one of my books. and as good as you are. this is our last meeting: let us say good-bye. I was forced to pass the front windows to get to the court: it was no use trying to conceal my presence. and I galloped home more than half out of my senses. unobserved. and hurried out to hide his cowardly agitation. frequently. he suddenly issued from the shadow of the road-side. Catherine. partly meaning it to be true² µ³As you don¶t like me. to make it natural I should doubt myself. to my inexpressible joy. almost always.´ he began. carpeted apartment.

Catherine learnt my betrayal of her confidence. as we were the first evening. I regret it and repent it.your love: and though I couldn¶t. I heard him abusing poor Linton cruelly for his conduct of the night before. and I felt I must forgive him: and. the rest of my visits were dreary and troubled: now with his selfishness and spite. both of us.¶ µI¶ll make up my mind on that point by to-morrow. you have heard all. and she learnt also that her secret visits were to end. living by yourself. saying he was glad I took that view of the matter.¶ said Mrs. µAbout three times. because his father returned the day after. Linton had certainly behaved provokingly: however. more than he would acknowledge to me. In vain she wept and writhed against the interdict. and so I¶ll leave you to your rest. but why do you look so lively and interested when I talk about her? and why have you asked me to hang her picture over your fireplace? and why²?¶ µStop.¶ I replied. and implored her father to have pity on Linton: all she got to comfort her was a promise that he would write and give him leave to come to the Grange when he pleased. it was the business of nobody but me. Ellen. µhardly more than a year ago. yet I was sorry Linton had that distorted nature. Now. I did not think. Linton was alarmed and distressed. though we should quarrel the next moment. and I some way fancy no one could see Catherine Linton and not love her. if you¶ll only not tell papa. who knows how long you¶ll be a stranger? You¶re too young to rest always contented. Last winter. CHAPTER XXV µThese things happened last winter. sir. if you do.¶ I thought it over aloud. I should be amusing a stranger to the family with relating them! Yet. Miss Catherine. I can¶t be prevented from going to Wuthering Heights. Mr. We were reconciled. Heathcliff purposely avoids me: I have hardly seen him at all. He¶ll never let his friends be at ease. You smile. Heathcliff¶s lecture by entering and telling him so. and went away. You¶ll not tell. but would she love me? I doubt it too much to venture my tranquillity by running into temptation: and then my . coming earlier than usual. I¶ve told Linton he must whisper his bitter things. Perhaps. I can¶t tell how he knew of it. In the morning. in my master¶s presence. had he been aware of his nephew¶s disposition and state of health. Mr. walking straight from her room to his. and now with his sufferings: but I¶ve learned to endure the former with nearly as little resentment as the latter. Since then. unless he listened. and cannot help showing my nature to you. my good friend!¶ I cried. the whole time I stayed: not entirely for sorrow. whereas. we have been merry and hopeful. and any mention of Hareton. Dean. since that night. Last Sunday. my going need disturb the tranquillity of none. and I interrupted Mr. will you? It will be very heartless. indeed. and shall regret and repent it till I die!´ µI felt he spoke the truth. and go think it over. µIt requires some study. but explaining that he must no longer expect to see Catherine at Wuthering Heights. I must forgive him again. except by inflicting misery on two people. and he¶ll never be at ease himself! I have always gone to his little parlour. and relating the whole story: with the exception of her conversations with her cousin. at another twelve months¶ end. µIt may be very possible that I should love her. I think. he would have seen fit to withhold even that slight consolation. but we cried. He burst into a laugh.

It was a misty afternoon. if he could console her for my loss. but the February sun shone dimly. or is there a prospect of improvement. I must persevere in making her sad while I live. what you think of him: is he changed for the better. through the long June evenings. µand if we should lose you²which may He forbid² under His providence. and leaving her solitary when I die. µHer affection for him was still the chief sentiment in her heart. walking to the window. he does not resemble his father. I¶ll defer it this year a little longer. intimating that . ³I wish my nephew would write. and we could just distinguish the two fir-trees in the yard. sincerely. or. looked out towards Gimmerton Kirk. sir. he returned an answer.¶ µResign her to God as it is. as he grows a man?´ µ³He¶s very delicate.¶ he half soliloquised. and he spoke without anger: he spoke in the deep tenderness of one about to leave his treasure amid perils and foes. As it was. master. being instructed. I¶ve been very happy with my little Cathy: through winter nights and summer days she was a living hope at my side. in a few months. and I observed² µYou¶ll surely not go out to-night. sir. and people who do their duty are always finally rewarded. Go on. and to its arms I must return. and. However. µI¶ve prayed often.¶ Spring advanced. On her seventeenth birthday. expressing his great desire to see him. to be carried up. yet my master gathered no real strength. possibly. and wishing²yearning for the time when I might lie beneath it. though he resumed his walks in the grounds with his daughter. you¶ll have plenty of time to get acquainted with him and see whether he would suit her: it wants four years and more to his being of age.home is not here.¶ continued the housekeeper. she felt sure of his recovering. Darling! I¶d rather resign her to God. Tell me.´ I replied. and now I begin to shrink. But I¶ve been as happy musing by myself among those stones. I¶m of the busy world. and the sparely-scattered gravestones. under that old church: lying. he would not be beyond her control: unless she were extremely and foolishly indulgent. Miss Catherine is a good girl: I don¶t fear that she will go wilfully wrong.²µNo. weeks. had the invalid been presentable. nor for his taking her from me. and then his cheek was often flushed. µfor the approach of what is coming. He said to me. I¶ve no doubt his father would have permitted him to come. To her inexperienced notions. where his remembered words would be the only aid that he could bequeath to guide her. Ellen. I¶d not care that Heathcliff gained his ends. hard though it be to crush her buoyant spirit. on the green mound of her mother¶s grave. and his eyes were bright. he did not visit the churchyard: it was raining.´¶ Edgar sighed. a few days afterwards. and laid in its lonely hollow! Ellen. I thought the memory of the hour I came down that glen a bridegroom would be less sweet than the anticipation that I was soon.¶ He wrote again to Linton. and triumphed in robbing me of my last blessing! But should Linton be unworthy²only a feeble tool to his father²I cannot abandon her to him! And. or call. Was Catherine obedient to her father¶s commands?¶ µShe was. this itself was a sign of convalescence. and.¶ I answered. and lay her in the earth before me. What can I do for Cathy? How must I quit her? I¶d not care one moment for Linton being Heathcliff¶s son. ³and scarcely likely to reach manhood: but this I can say. sir?¶ He answered. and fear it. and if Miss Catherine had the misfortune to marry him. I¶ll stand her friend and counsellor to the last.

yourself. I could not picture a father treating a dying child as tyrannically and wickedly as I afterwards learned Heathcliff had treated him. and. you should also. for my part. he had no idea that the latter was failing almost as fast as himself. under my guardianship. Heathcliff knew he could plead eloquently for Catherine¶s company. except at Thrushcross Grange. could not consent to grant his request. You inquire after my health²it is better. he wished him to continue writing at intervals. and you forbid her to come to mine? Do. and for her sake. so. He said. and seemed so earnest in pursuing his object. I. and engaged to give him what advice and comfort he was able by letter. because he could not accompany Catherine. Linton must allow an interview soon. Heathcliff objected to his calling at the Grange. and doomed to solitude. Cathy was a powerful ally at home. and no one saw Master Heathcliff to make report of his condition among us. and though I have faults which render me unworthy of Catherine. she has excused them. Linton complied. insisted on every line that my master sent being shown. though he felt for the boy. and he considered her only prospect of doing that was by a union with his heir. you allow. and on the moors nearest the Grange: for June found him still declining. how can I be cheerful and well?¶ Edgar. and leave to join you anywhere you please. then. now and then. CHAPTER XXVI . Dear uncle! send me a kind note to-morrow. µthat she may visit here. but his uncle¶s kind remembrance delighted him. but while I remain cut off from all hope. That part of his letter was simple. I believe an interview would convince you that my father¶s character is not mine: he affirms I am more your nephew than his son. perhaps. µI do not ask. or the society of those who never did and never will like me. he harped on the cruel obligation of being held asunder from his friend and love. I believe: no doctor visited the Heights. being well aware of his hard position in his family. and probably his own. in summer. and he hoped to meet him sometimes in his rambles. and personally to petition that his cousin and he might not remain long so utterly divided. they might meet: meantime. Though he had set aside yearly a portion of his income for my young lady¶s fortune. to compel this apparent eagerness: his efforts redoubling the more imminently his avaricious and unfeeling plans were threatened with defeat by death. but am I never to see her. and that he must be actually rallying. ride with her towards the Heights. nor had any one. he had a natural desire that she might retain²or at least return in a short time to²the house of her ancestors.¶ he said. instead of penning his peculiar personal sufferings and distresses. and you are not angry with me: you have no reason to dislike me. or he should fear he was purposely deceiving him with empty promises. began to fancy my forebodings were false. of course. and had he been unrestrained. because my father forbids me to go to her home. would probably have spoiled all by filling his epistles with complaints and lamentations: but his father kept a sharp watch over him. when he mentioned riding and walking on the moors. in your presence! We have done nothing to deserve this separation.Mr. and let us exchange a few words. and gently intimated that Mr. and between them they at length persuaded my master to acquiesce in their having a ride or a walk together about once a week. the themes constantly uppermost in his thoughts.

¶ Linton did not appear to remember what she talked of and he had evidently great difficulty in sustaining any kind of conversation. when Edgar reluctantly yielded his assent to their entreaties. in the morning. to endure our company. and more of the self-absorbed moroseness of a confirmed invalid. and she made no scruple of proposing. but with a sky too dappled and hazy to threaten rain: and our place of meeting had been fixed at the guide-stone. Then he walked so feebly. roused Linton from his lethargy. sultry day: devoid of sunshine. µBut you have been worse. and looked so pale.²µMaister Linton wer just o¶ this side th¶ Heights: and he¶d be mitch obleeged to us to gang on a bit further. µYou recollect the two days we agreed to spend in the place and way each thought pleasantest? This is nearly yours. Master Heathcliff. µworse than when I saw you last. His lack of interest in the subjects she started.¶ But when we reached him. trembling. and retaining her hand as if he needed its support. Catherine perceived. and ready to regard the good-humoured mirth of others as an insult. and that was scarcely a quarter of a mile from his own door. and²¶ µI¶m tired. and his equal incapacity to contribute to her entertainment. we¶ll ride down to the Grange Park. while his large blue eyes wandered timidly over her. and here we are off at once.¶ said she. despatched as a messenger. That proposal. An indefinite alteration had come over his whole person and manner. by the cross-roads. and leave ours to graze.Summer was already past its prime. were so obvious that she could not conceal her disappointment. Cathy sat down. .¶ he interrupted. we found he had no horse. let us rest here. as well as I did. How ill you do look!¶ Catherine surveyed him with grief and astonishment: she changed the ejaculation of joy on her lips to one of alarm.¶ answered my companion. and did not rise till we came within a few yards. and Catherine and I set out on our first ride to join her cousin. presently. and try mine. and we were forced to dismount. I often feel sick²papa says I grow so fast. repelling consolation. making an effort at cheerfulness. a little herd-boy.²µWhy. that he held it rather a punishment. the hollowness round them transforming to haggard wildness the languid expression they once possessed. we¶ll turn our horses¶ heads round when we reach him. had yielded to a listless apathy. and he reclined beside her. that I immediately exclaimed. if you can. Next week. you are not fit for enjoying a ramble this morning. you are thinner. but then they are so soft and mellow: it is nicer than sunshine.¶ Badly satisfied. hurriedly. told us that. than a gratification. awaiting our approach. unexpectedly. µour excursion shall lie towards home. And. there was less of the peevish temper of a child which frets and teases on purpose to be soothed. He lay on the heath. On arriving there. It was a close.¶ µWell. only there are clouds. to depart.¶ persisted his cousin.¶ µThen Master Linton has forgot the first injunction of his uncle. The pettishness that might be caressed into fondness. µThis is something like your paradise.¶ I observed: µhe bid us keep on the Grange land. and the congratulation on their long-postponed meeting to an anxious inquiry. µIt is too hot for walking. whether he were worse than usual? µNo²better²better!¶ he panted. however.

and I walked about.¶ she answered. And. Catherine. µAnd be here again next Thursday.¶ said her cousin. whatever reason he may have for ordering Linton to undergo this penance. You were mighty eager to set off. after keeping her seat by his side another ten minutes. It¶s just as if it were a task he was compelled to perform²this interview²for fear his father should scold him. and songs.¶ µIs he severe to you. imagining she would be its object. I¶m sorry he¶s so much less pleasant. Cathy began to seek solace in looking for bilberries. but your longing to see poor Linton has soon evaporated!¶ µWhy did he wish to see me?¶ returned Catherine.and threw him into a strange state of agitation. and so much less affectionate to me. µbecause he always made such a great deal of his sufferings. if I could amuse you. you have little taste for my diversions now: or else.¶ continued he.¶ exclaimed Cathy.¶ µI care nothing for his anger. µDon¶t provoke him against me. if you did meet my father. shunning her puzzled gaze. don¶t think or say that I¶m very unwell: it is the heavy weather and heat that make me dull. µIs it half-an-hour now. a great deal for me. and sharing the produce of her researches with me: she did not offer them to him. Catherine. µyou¶d be more comfortable at home than sitting here. as you are doing²he¶ll be angry. by my tales. during which his head fell drowsily on his breast. shuddering. as he told me to tell papa. and I cannot amuse you to-day. and he asked you about me.¶ he replied. for he is very hard. we must not leave him asleep. in these six months. µAnd. µHas he grown weary of indulgence. µBut I think. Linton.¶ . and papa will be wanting us back.¶ observed my young lady.¶ said Cathy.¶ I answered. and passed from passive to active hatred?¶ Linton looked at me. Ellen?¶ she whispered in my ear. µBut I do. don¶t lead him to suppose that I¶ve been extremely silent and stupid: don¶t look sad and downcast. very likely. but he¶s better. I¶d willingly stay. µAnd give him my thanks for permitting you to come²my best thanks. Tell uncle I¶m in tolerable health. µI can¶t tell why we should stay. you know. though I¶m glad he¶s better in health. He is not tolerably well. But I¶m hardly going to come to give Mr. µYes. µwait till lie wakes. He¶s asleep. then?¶ I said. I couldn¶t affirm that you are. will you?¶ µI¶ll tell him that you say so. µIn his crossest humours. And²and. at last. wondering at his pertinacious assertion of what was evidently an untruth. formerly.¶ µYou think he is better in health. before you came. He glanced fearfully towards the Heights. I see. Master Heathcliff?¶ I inquired.¶ µStay to rest yourself. but did not answer. and. begging she would remain another half-hour. and he uttered nothing except suppressed moans of exhaustion or pain. Heathcliff pleasure. and be patient. at least. Catherine. and chatter: you have grown wiser than I.¶ µWell. I liked him better than I do in his present curious mood. for she saw further notice would only weary and annoy.

µI should conjecture him to be far worse.¶ µHush. in the morning. Catherine¶s displeasure softened into a perplexed sensation of pity and regret. and obtained permission to order her out of doors: for the library. largely blended with vague. µI¶ll be here next Thursday. springing to the saddle. CHAPTER XXVII Seven days glided away. Miss Cathy. hush! He¶s coming. Before we reached home.¶ And he clung to Catherine¶s arm. She had not the heart to mention her ride.¶ murmured Linton. I¶m certain one thing is not stronger²your regard for me: speak. µNo. Catherine we would fain have deluded yet. physical and social: in which I partook. and brooded on the dreadful probability. Linton. Quick. The havoc that months had previously wrought was now emulated by the inroads of hours. every one marking its course by the henceforth rapid alteration of Edgar Linton¶s state. µOnly Ellen and I were disputing concerning your health. his gaze wandered up and down to detect its owner. Ellen!¶ And so we left him.¶ I remarked. though I¶ll mention it to nobody but you: not that I stand in awe of Mr. but at that announcement she hastily disengaged herself. where her father stopped a short time daily²the brief period he could bear to sit up²and his chamber. I mentioned it for her. Are you truly stronger. striving to detain her. gradually ripening into certainty. glancing up to the frowning nab above us. His nephew¶s offering of thanks was duly delivered. so absorbed was he in anticipating his father¶s approach. and asked if any one had called his name. still under the spell of the imaginary voice. µFor to-day we must part.¶ she cried. I cannot conceive how you manage to doze out of doors.¶ µI thought I heard my father. µfor God¶s sake. µAnd I won¶t conceal that I have been sadly disappointed with our meeting. µunless in dreams.µThere you differ with me. I am!¶ And. and whistled to Minny.¶ she said. µYou are sure nobody spoke?¶ µQuite sure. though I counselled her not to say much. than when we separated in winter? If you be.²are you?¶ The tears gushed from Linton¶s eyes as he answered. µYes. uneasy doubts about Linton¶s actual circumstances. for I hardly knew what to hide and what to reveal. µGood-bye. yes. scarcely conscious of our departure.¶ he gasped. who obeyed her like a dog. My master requested an account of our ongoings.¶ said Catherine. Miss Cathy gently touching on the rest: I also threw little light on his inquiries.¶ Linton here started from his slumber in bewildered terror. but her own quick spirit refused to delude her: it divined in secret. for a second journey would make us better judges. when Thursday came round. Cathy rose. Heathcliff. She grudged each moment that did not find her bending over his .¶ replied his cousin. had become her whole world.

µand why am I called from his bedside? Why didn¶t you send to absolve me from my promise. and spare me for contempt. Master Heathcliff received us with greater animation on this occasion: not the animation of high spirits though. speaking short and with difficulty. through pardonable weakness. and for no reason besides!¶ Linton shivered. µFoolish. Linton: anybody will have it spontaneously at your service. and don¶t degrade yourself into an abject reptile²don¶t!¶ . but I¶m too mean for your anger. cowardly wretch: I can¶t be scorned enough. so we climbed the slope of heath together. Catherine. µIt is late!¶ he said. Ellen. don¶t look so angry! Despise me as much as you please. and my master gladly dismissed her to what he flattered himself would be a happy change of scene and society. µwhat are they? For heaven¶s sake. Her countenance grew wan with watching and sorrow.¶ she said. drawing comfort from the hope that she would not now be left entirely alone after his death. but his cousin¶s patience was not sufficient to endure this enigmatical behaviour. My young mistress alighted. but I dissented: I wouldn¶t risk losing sight of the charge committed to me a minute. Catherine¶s face was just like the landscape²shadows and sunshine flitting over it in rapid succession. And I.pillow. We deferred our excursion till the afternoon.¶ µNonsense!¶ cried Catherine in a passion. tell him how disgraceful this conduct is. you should spurn such pity. and pretending²what do we pretend? Let go my frock! If I pitied you for crying and looking so very frightened. nor yet of joy. that for the second time you have brought me here on purpose. for Linton¶s letters bore few or no indications of his defective character. that it seemed whoever respired it. and told me that. it looked more like fear. that. I am a worthless. silly boy! And there! he trembles: as if I were really going to touch him! You needn¶t bespeak contempt. and the sunshine was more transient. µIs not your father very ill? I thought you wouldn¶t come. and her poor little heart reproached itself for even that passing forgetfulness of its cares. µWhy cannot you say at once you don¶t want me? It is strange. Rise. or seated by his side. asking myself what good there would be in disturbing his last moments with information that he had neither power nor opportunity to turn to account. half supplicating. Hate my father. he would resemble him in mind. and I can¶t dance attendance on your affectations now!¶ µMy affectations!¶ he murmured. refrained from correcting the error. We discerned Linton watching at the same spot he had selected before. Linton. µMy father is very ill.¶ µWhy won¶t you be candid?¶ cried Catherine. though dying. a golden afternoon of August: every breath from the hills so full of life. apparently to distress us both. He had a fixed idea. and glanced at her. when you wished I wouldn¶t keep it? Come! I desire an explanation: playing and trifling are completely banished out of my mind. but the shadows rested longer. as his nephew resembled him in person. I guessed by several observations he let fall. might revive. I had better hold the pony and remain on horseback. half ashamed. Get off! I shall return home: it is folly dragging you from the hearth-stone. swallowing her greeting. as she was resolved to stay a very little while.

looking at the two young people.¶ . and go before him! Hallo! has the whelp been playing that game long? I did give him some lessons about snivelling. and confess at once all that weighs on your heart. though they were sufficiently near for Linton¶s sobs to be audible. sweet. too.¶ µBut my father threatened me. by my good will. I should say. µI don¶t know. when. with scornful compassion. Nelly. The rumour goes. and the sincerity of which I couldn¶t avoid doubting. Is he pretty lively with Miss Linton generally?¶ µLively? no²he has shown the greatest distress.With streaming face and an expression of agony. would you? You wouldn¶t let any enemy hurt me. You contradict your own words. and I shall be killed! Dear Catherine. µConsent to what?¶ she asked. it wouldn¶t harm you. Catherine. clasping his attenuated fingers. µBecause. µand I dread him²I dread him! I dare not tell!¶ µOh. hearing a rustle among the ling. that instead of rambling with his sweetheart on the hills. µI cannot bear it! Catherine. You wouldn¶t injure me. in a lower tone. on witnessing his intense anguish. A sad thing it will be for us all. do you think?¶ he asked. and yet could not summon courage to speak out.¶ I answered. for yourself. and she grew thoroughly moved and alarmed. I¶m a traitor. µTo see him. µOh!¶ he sobbed. and I¶d thank his uncle to be quick. on his account²µbecause that lad yonder seems determined to beat me. good Catherine! And perhaps you willconsent²and he¶ll let me die with you!¶ My young lady. descending the Heights. my master is dying. stooped to raise him. he said² µIt is something to see you so near to my house. and determined Catherine should never suffer to benefit him or any one else. but hailing me in the almost hearty tone he assumed to none besides. I was cogitating what the mystery might be. I looked up and saw Mr. who were fixed under his eye² Linton appeared as if he could not venture to stir or raise his head. µkeep your secret: I¶m no coward. Heathcliff almost close upon us. How are you at the Grange? Let us hear. and if you did. he ought to be in bed. µTo stay! tell me the meaning of this strange talk. my life is in your hands: and you have said you loved me. Linton. The old feeling of indulgent tenderness overcame her vexation. well!¶ said Catherine. and distract me! Be calm and frank.¶ I replied: µit is true enough.¶ he continued. and Catherine could not move. You¶ll not go. and I will. under the hands of a doctor. He didn¶t cast a glance towards my companions. Save yourself: I¶m not afraid!¶ Her magnanimity provoked his tears: he wept wildly.¶ he added. but a blessing for him!¶ µHow long will he last. if you could prevent it? I¶ll believe you are a coward.¶ I said.¶ gasped the boy. kissing her supporting hands. µthat Edgar Linton is on his death-bed: perhaps they exaggerate his illness?¶ µNo. then? kind. Linton had thrown his nerveless frame along the ground: he seemed convulsed with exquisite terror. but not a cowardly betrayer of your best friend. and I dare not tell you! But leave me.

Mr.¶ he answered. though I¶m used to being alone. µstand on your feet. and Zillah and Joseph are off on a journey of pleasure. with curbed ferocity.¶ He shut and locked it also. µI¶m getting angry and if you don¶t command that paltry spirit of yours²damn you! get up directly!¶ µI will. How she does stare! It¶s odd what a savage feeling I . take your seat by him. Are you willing to return. Miss Linton. but there he was. and I stood waiting till she had conducted the invalid to a chair. take him in. µOnly. Be so kind as to walk home with him. and any addition seemed capable of shocking him into idiotcy. Catherine walked in. this moment!¶ Linton had sunk prostrate again in another paroxysm of helpless fear. µNow. µI am by myself. Miss Linton. and he fell back again with a moan.¶ µYou are very stiff.¶ µYou¶ll do well. µI know that: but you¶ll force me to pinch the baby and make it scream before it moves your charity. will you? He shudders if I touch him.¶ said Heathcliff. I couldn¶t hinder her: indeed. µBut I must remain with my mistress: to mind your son is not my business. Ah! keep by me. µYou shall have tea before you go home. to excite such horror.¶ replied I. and. but his little strength was annihilated for the time. how could she have refused him herself? What was filling him with dread we had no means of discerning. Catherine. Catherine will tell you that I²that I²have been cheerful. I mean. µWe¶ll respect Catherine¶s filial scruples. give me your hand. He made several efforts to obey. and implored her to accompany him. caused by his father¶s glance towards him.¶ µTake mine. look at her. without delay. if I can get it. I suppose: there was nothing else to produce such humiliation. or I shall faint. Heathcliff. and I¶ll follow your advice concerning the doctor. and allow me to shut the door. when Mr. but I have nothing else to offer. He¶ll not harm you: why are you so afraid?¶ µI can never re-enter that house. µI can¶t go to Wuthering Heights: papa has forbidden me. µBut first²get up. I give you what I have: the present is hardly worth accepting. However I disapproved. I started. Nelly. You would imagine I was the devil himself. exclaimed²µMy house is not stricken with the plague. I¶d rather have some interesting company. Heathcliff advanced. and I have a mind to be hospitable to-day: sit down.µHe shall be.¶ said his father. escorted by me?¶ He approached once more. Come. Hareton is gone with some cattle to the Lees. µI¶m not to re-enter it without you!¶ µStop!¶ cried his father. with a frantic importunity that admitted no denial. then.¶ he added.¶ said he. expecting her out immediately. my hero. father. I¶m sure. pushing me forward. µDon¶t grovel on the ground there up. but. shrinking back.¶ he panted. It is Linton. There now²she¶ll lend you her arm: that¶s right. Linton! Get up!¶ he shouted. in a day or two. Linton clung to his cousin. I¶ve done as you wished. and made as if he would seize the fragile being. Nelly. powerless under its gripe.¶ µLinton dear!¶ whispered Catherine. and lifted him to lean against a ridge of turf. We reached the threshold. let me alone.¶ muttered Heathcliff.

of the person from whom she inherited it. ere she had well secured it. you¶re no weakling: you shall have a daily taste. Her cousin had shrunk into a corner of the settle. and handed me a cup.¶ he said. grimly. she applied her teeth pretty sharply. It is not poisoned. The cups and saucers were laid ready. and knelt down and put her burning cheek on my lap. Dean mad.¶ he said. and. He looked up. She snatched at the instrument.¶ Regardless of this warning. I should treat myself to a slow vivisection of those two. though I prepared it. if I catch such a devil of a temper in your eyes again!¶ Cathy ran to me instead of Linton. Mr. seized with a sort of surprise at her boldness. µyou villain!¶ A touch on the chest silenced me: I am stout. that will make Mrs. µGo to Linton now.¶ At this diabolical violence I rushed on him furiously. as I told you. µI wouldn¶t eat or drink here. I dare say. weeping aloud. or. Catherine.have to anything that seems afraid of me! Had I been born where laws are less strict and tastes less dainty. if I were starving. µWe will go!¶ she repeated. he recovered it speedily. µYou villain!¶ I began to cry. to-morrow²all the father you¶ll have in a few days²and you shall have plenty of that. which had dropped to the floor. µGive me that key: I will have it!¶ she said. put her two hands to her temples. He poured it out.¶ Heathcliff had the key in his hand that remained on the table. Catherine was too intent on his fingers to notice his face. and.¶ said the scoundrel. administered with the other a shower of terrific slaps on both sides of the head. The scene was over in two minutes. and resigned the object of dispute. that the correction had alighted on another than him. but. possibly. her black eyes flashing with passion and resolution. who could not hear the latter part of his speech. and half succeeded in getting it out of his loosened fingers: but her action recalled him to the present. and cry at your ease! I shall be your father. as an evening¶s amusement. µI know how to chastise children. reminded. µstand off. and. congratulating himself.¶ µI am not afraid of you!¶ exclaimed Catherine. and finding that her nails made no impression. you see. poor thing. had she been able to fall.¶ He drew in his breath. he seized her with the liberated hand. released. I¶m going out to seek your horses. µWash away your spleen. what with that and the rage. He opened them suddenly. and soon put out of breath. struck the table. You can bear plenty. as quiet as a mouse. Heathcliff glanced at me a glance that kept me from interfering a moment. and swore to himself. Catherine Linton. rose. perceiving us all confounded. µNow. and leant against the table perfectly bewildered. each sufficient to have fulfilled his threat. and looked just as if she were not sure whether her ears were off or on. and expeditiously made the tea himself. as he stooped to repossess himself of the key. pulling her on his knee. or I shall knock you down. or to burst a blood-vessel. exerting her utmost efforts to cause the iron muscles to relax. µAnd help your own naughty pet and mine. µBy hell! I hate them. I staggered dizzily back and felt ready to suffocate. she captured his closed hand and its contents again. by her voice and glance.¶ . Heathcliff. She trembled like a reed. She stepped close up.

she persisted that she must go home. and you are to stay here all night. our jailor re-entered.¶ she said. would have you for a husband? You want whipping for bringing us in here at all. The anguish he had exhibited on the moor subsided as soon as ever he entered Wuthering Heights. that accomplished. The whole night! What would he think? He¶ll be distressed already. Heathcliff¶s anger restored to the boy his coward¶s eloquence. but Linton was up in alarm for his dear self again. and. I¶ll burn that door down but I¶ll get out. Linton.¶ he answered. Now. after all. and take me with you. I don¶t like you standing over me. Catherine was near distraught: still. and tried entreaty in her turn.¶ µGive me some tea. We tried the kitchen door. he had no further immediate fears. and it will be wickedly ungrateful if you refuse. and save me? not let me come to the Grange? Oh. µYou marry? Why. and he took to his ordinary resource of moaning and weeping. µyou know what your diabolical father is after. every one. µIt was for your sake I came. on his departure.¶ she replied. but that was fastened outside: we looked at the windows²they were too narrow for even Cathy¶s little figure. While they were thus occupied. and he¶s afraid of my dying if we wait. darling Catherine! you mustn¶t go and leave. you are letting your tears fall into my cup. µMaster Linton. Be quiet! You¶re in no danger. you must tell. looking slowly round. persuading him to subdue his selfish agony. µPapa wants us to be married. µand relieve him from this cruel suspense. that healthy. after sipping some of the liquid. if you do as he wishes. µAnd he knows your papa wouldn¶t let us marry now.¶ µYes. go away. so I guessed he had been menaced with an awful visitation of wrath if he failed in decoying us there. I love papa better than you!¶ The mortal terror he felt of Mr. . let alone Miss Catherine Linton.¶ he continued. and your imbecile conceit. And do you imagine that beautiful young lady. but if you hinder me²Linton.¶ I cried. µMrs. and you shall tell us. I¶m thirsty.¶ And she would have commenced the execution of her threat directly. You must obey my father²you must!¶ µI must obey my own. hearty girl. I won¶t drink that.Our first thought. I felt disgusted at the little wretch¶s composure. was to force an exit somewhere. Give me another. Dean. pitiful changeling!¶ I exclaimed. with your dastardly puling tricks: and²don¶t look so silly. but it brought on the cough. I¶ll either break or burn a way out of the house. Catherine. you shall return home next day. for your contemptible treachery. and then I¶ll tell you. He clasped her in his two feeble arms sobbing:²µWon¶t you have me. will tie herself to a little perishing monkey like you? Are you cherishing the notion that anybody. or I¶ll box your ears. and Catherine rebuked me. and. and wiped her face. seeing we were regularly imprisoned. µStay all night? No.¶ Catherine pushed another to him.¶ I did give him a slight shaking.¶ said Catherine. since he was no longer in terror for himself. µEllen. so we are to be married in the morning. the man is mad! or he thinks us fools.¶ µTake you with her. as he has done your cousin¶s. now! I¶ve a very good mind to shake you severely.

and that man only your father. µThere¶s law in the land. and instinctively raised her hand to her cheek: his neighbourhood revived a painful sensation. Linton can play the little tyrant well. He¶ll undertake to torture any number of cats. You could have hit on no surer way of fixing your residence under my roof for the next twenty-four hours than informing me that such an event would follow. Miss Linton. and it would just do if he cursed you as he went out of it. µOr marry me now. and run off for a little amusement. when you get home again. Poor papa! Ellen. but he scowled on her and muttered²µOh! you are not afraid of me? Your courage is well disguised: you seem damnably afraid!¶ µI am afraid now. and that you would weary of nursing a sick man. Heathcliff. In a month or two. thank God! there is. letme go home! I promise to marry Linton: papa would like me to: and I love him. Heathcliff approached the fire. I¶ll look to the rest. then. and kind to her when he got her. In his last he recommended my jewel to be careful of his. where my mistress and I stood silent.¶ I cried. µTo the devil with your clamour! I don¶t want you to speak. I¶d join him. to let papa know I¶m safe!¶ exclaimed Catherine. for you shall not quit this place till it is fulfilled. µand²now Linton! snivelling again? What has she been doing to you? Come. He cursed you. you¶ll be able to pay her back her present tyrannies with a vigorous hand. though we be in an out-of-the-way place. unless Linton make amends for other losses: and your provident parent appears to fancy he may. and the latter achieved his exit exactly as a spaniel might which suspected the person who attended on it of designing a spiteful squeeze. By chance.µYour beasts have trotted off. holding the door open for his son to pass. µYou cannot deny that you entered my house of your own accord. But Linton requires his whole stock of care and kindness for himself. You¶ll be able to tell his uncle fine tales of his kindness. and get to bed. The lock was re-secured. And it is quite natural that you should desire amusement at your age. I don¶t love you! How should I? Weep away.¶ µSend Ellen. As far as I can see.¶ he said. As to your promise to marry Linton. are you not? nothing else in the world: and she shall have you! There. it will be your chief diversion hereafter.¶ He spoke these words. to bed! Zillah won¶t be here to-night. papa will be miserable: and how can I endure making him miserable²when he²when he²Mr. Why should you wish to force me to do what I¶ll willingly do of myself?¶ µLet him dare to force you. he¶ll think we¶re lost. I¶ll not come near you: you needn¶t fear. if their teeth be drawn and their claws pared. I assure you. Catherine looked up. if I stay. you must undress yourself. his happiest days were over when your days began. What shall we do?¶ µNot he! He¶ll think you are tired of waiting on him. for coming into the world (I did. His letters of advice and consolation entertained me vastly. Careful and kind²that¶s paternal. weeping bitterly.¶ answered Heathcliff. Anybody else would have been incapable of regarding the childish act with sternness. you¶ve managed tolerably. Catherine.¶ she replied. µbecause. come²have done. I dare say. I¶d inform if he were my own son: and it¶s felony without benefit of clergy!¶ µSilence!¶ said the ruffian. at least). in contempt of his injunctions to the contrary. You¶re pining for pure love. my lad. I shall enjoy myself remarkably in thinking your father will be miserable: I shall not sleep for satisfaction.¶ . Hush! hold your noise! Once in your own room. I¶ll take care you shall keep it.

It was growing dark²we heard a sound of voices at the garden-gate. to commence a downright torrent of abuse. by a threat that I should be shown into a room by myself the very next syllable I uttered.¶ µKeep your eft¶s fingers off. I¶m not angry that you struck me. or into a garret. in reality. but it was. you can¶t help being sorry and pitying me. I¶m certain. overhearing me. But I was rendered dumb in the middle of the first sentence. and I¶ll not take my eyes from your face till you look back at me! No. but you¶re not a fiend. Mr. a deep sigh being the only answer I could obtain to my frequent entreaties that she would try to rest. We neither of us lay down: Catherine took her station by the lattice. I¶m so wretched. The window. through the kitchen. Then he bid us go upstairs. I seated myself in a chair. Miss Cathy will think twice before she takes the cockatrice!¶ µI don¶t much mind speaking of his amiable qualities now. like those below. and I¶ll not get up. It was not the case. all the misfortunes of my employers sprang. and watched anxiously for morning. and out by its skylight. Show his resemblance to yourself: and then. and I thought Heathcliff himself less guilty than I. and opened my mouth. and rocked to and fro. it struck me then. and if he died before I returned. and he allowed us to wail on till nine o¶clock. for we were fastened in as before. How the devil can you dream of fawning on me? I detest you!¶ He shrugged his shoulders: shook himself. that dismal night.¶ I observed to Catherine. indeed. There was a talk of two or three minutes. could I bear to live? I¶ve given over crying: but I¶m going to kneel here. uncle? never? Ah! you must look once. as if his flesh crept with aversion. we both gave vent to our grief without control. µexplain your son¶s character. I don¶t hate you. was narrow. She¶s glad to be obliged to stay. quite concealed. µbecause she must either accept him or remain a prisoner. you¶re a cruel man. passing harsh judgment on my many derelictions of duty.¶ he answered. µI¶d rather be hugged by a snake.µYou¶re right there!¶ I said. in my imagination. from which.¶ said Catherine.¶ said Heathcliff. If papa thought I had left him on purpose. don¶t turn away! do look! you¶ll see nothing to provoke you. I can detain you both. to Zillah¶s chamber. till your master dies. and move. while I got up. and I whispered my companion to obey: perhaps we might contrive to get through the window there. Heathcliff.¶ At learning the chance we had missed. Have you never loved anybody in all your life. I am aware. or I¶ll kick you!¶ cried Heathcliff. If you doubt. µI¶ll marry him within this hour. µI thought it had been your cousin Hareton. from mere malice. Our host hurried out instantly: he had his wits about him. I hope. encourage her to retract her word. µI wish he would arrive! Who knows but he might take our part?¶ µIt was three servants sent to seek you from the Grange. brutally repulsing her. destroy irrevocably all my happiness. µYou should have opened a lattice and called out: but I could swear that chit is glad you didn¶t. and you won¶t. if I may go to Thrushcross Grange afterwards. and you¶ll have an opportunity of judging!¶ µI¶ll not retract my word. and thrust back his chair. and the garret trap was safe from our attempts. however. and you along with her. here.we had not. at your knee. . and he returned alone.

so I told him the rumour. I never thought but you were sunk in the Blackhorse marsh.At seven o¶clock he came. and retired. and rattled the latch angrily and Catherine asked why I was still shut up? He answered. and cant Nelly Dean. Five nights and four days I remained. then. And there I remained enclosed the whole day. The bog-water got into her head. Nelly Dean is lodged. I demanded my release. I beheld Hareton. µWell! there is a talk about you at Gimmerton. and the whole of the next night. and I calls to Earnshaw. It¶s a sad pity of that likely young lass.¶ I thumped on the panels. and they went away. and she would have run home quite flighty. they are out now. and missy with you. and another. and dumb.¶ he said. He needn¶t have raised that tale: it shall all be laid bare!¶ µWhat do you mean?¶ asked Zillah. CHAPTER XXVIII On the fifth morning. this time. happened since I went off. laden with food enough to last me all day. and said. µTak¶ it. Mrs. altogether. at this minute. here is the key.´ He stared. in your room. and deaf to every attempt at moving his sense of justice or compassion. the person entered the room. You can tell her to flit. µNay. have you?¶ µYour master is a true scoundrel!¶ I replied. when you go up. regardless of any prayers I could pour forth to detain him. ³If they have been in the marsh. µBe patient. Zillah. Hareton. or rather afternoon. and. µI¶ve brought you something to eat. Dean!¶ she exclaimed. at length. and a willow-basket swung to her arm. µIt¶s not his tale: they tell that in the village²about your being lost in the marsh. and pulling her out.¶ he added. they¶s queer things. µEh. I must try to endure it another hour. You can bid her go to the Grange at . seeing nobody but Hareton once every morning. µI¶ll send up your breakfast in a while. It was Zillah. a different step approached²lighter and shorter. but I fixed her till she came round to her senses.¶ µHere. and he¶d lodged you here! What! and you must have got on an island. The master listened. µoppen t¶ door!¶ Complying eagerly. and another.¶ I began. She ran to the door immediately. and he just smiled to himself. but he turned the lock again. µBut he shall answer for it. and he was a model of a jailor: surly. I rose to follow. and inquired if Miss Linton had risen. Mr. when I come in²³Eh. thrusting the tray into my hand. and answered. I heard a footstep: not Heathcliff¶s. I thought he had not heard aught. µStay one minute. opening it. I endured it two or three hours.¶ he replied.¶ cried he. donned in her scarlet shawl.¶ said a voice. till master told me you¶d been found. µYes. with a black silk bonnet on her head. Dean? But you¶re not so thin² you¶ve not been so poorly. dear! Mrs. sure? And how long were you in the hole? Did master save you.

That¶s fine gratitude. And she won¶t give over. Edgar is not dead?¶ I gasped. I looked about for some one to give information of Catherine. I snatched my outdoor things.¶ µPapa would make you sing out. µOh! Zillah. sucking a stick of sugar-candy. Ah! you¶re a heartless. µDirect me to her room immediately.¶ he replied. selfish boy!¶ µI can¶t stay with her. up there in a strange house! You who have felt what it is to be so neglected! You could pity your own sufferings.¶ µYou won¶t let her. µyou¶re right sickly yet. and she pitied them. but nobody seemed at hand. As I hesitated whether to go off at once. if you attempted to get there. for the way was free. µNo. µThink for yourself! As to your money. by catching him thus. if she be able. And you say she¶s sick. and be sick as much as she pleases!¶ He resumed his former occupation. supposing I could frighten him into giving intelligence.¶ I resumed. I did call him once. and he threatened . The place was filled with sunshine. µshe¶s upstairs: she¶s not to go. µWhere is Miss Catherine?¶ I demanded sternly. And you join him against her. and a servant merely²and you. store every tear you have for yourself. is it not?¶ The corner of Linton¶s mouth fell. my good mistress.¶ she replied. a slight cough drew my attention to the hearth.¶ he answered crossly. and you felt then that she was a hundred times too good to you: and now you believe the lies your father tells. closing his lids. when you affirmed you loved her. µMaster Heathcliff. sit you down.¶ Instead of sitting down. she does not even know that you will have any. that her young lady will follow in time to attend the squire¶s funeral. or return and seek my mistress. On entering the house. µDid she come to Wuthering Heights because she hated you?¶ I continued.once. and lie there quite at ease. Master Heathcliff. and carry a message from me. and having reason to worship her almost. She cries so I can¶t bear it. Linton lay on the settle. alone. we won¶t let her. and it¶s shameful that she should wish to leave me. I met him on the road and asked. and yet you leave her alone. Zillah!¶ µNo. sole tenant. too. He sucked on like an innocent.¶ he answered. Doctor Kenneth thinks he may last another day. though you know he detests you both. He¶s not dead. because you would be disappointed. and he took the sugar-candy from his lips. µHe says I¶m not to be soft with Catherine: she¶s my wife. He says she hates me and wants me to die. and hastened below. though I say I¶ll call my father. µI¶ll not stay by myself.´¶ µMr. that she may have my money. and when she brought you books and sung you songs. after pretending such affection. as if he meant to drop asleep. µhave you forgotten all Catherine¶s kindness to you last winter. but she shan¶t have it: and she shan¶t go home! She never shall!²she may cry. but you won¶t pity hers! I shed tears. no. and pursuing my movements with apathetic eyes. little idiot!¶ I exclaimed. or I¶ll make you sing out sharply. and came many a time through wind and snow to see you? She wept to miss one evening. you see²an elderly woman. µIs she gone?¶ I said. and the door stood wide open.

all mine. It isn¶t hers! It¶s mine: papa says everything she has is mine. Edgar¶s door: but I bespoke the announcement of it myself. µI shan¶t tell you where it is. she refused. I considered it best to depart without seeing Mr. I don¶t like to think so. one would have called him ten years younger. and he²he struck her down. µYes. go away!¶ And he turned his face on to his arm. but I told her she had nothing to give. µOh. and crushed it with his foot. Yet I was glad at first²she deserved punishing for pushing me: but when papa was gone. Heathcliff out?¶ I inquired. Very young he looked: though his actual age was thirty-nine. and her mouth filling with blood. and wrenched it off the chain. I¶m afraid of her. and then she gathered up the bits of the picture.to strangle her if she was not quiet. How changed I found him. even in those few days! He lay an image of sadness and resignation awaiting his death. if I would get the key of our room. He thought of Catherine. and she has never spoken to me since: and I sometimes think she can¶t speak for pain. but she¶s a naughty thing for crying continually. two pictures in a gold case. . who says uncle is dying. they ware all. two or three were about to hurry up and shout the news at Mr. against her teeth. though I screamed for vexation that I couldn¶t sleep. On reaching it. at last. too.¶ µAnd were you pleased to see her struck?¶ I asked: having my designs in encouraging his talk. but she began again the instant he left the room. µI winked. and said I should have that. the astonishment of my fellow-servants to see me.¶ µAnd you can get the key if you choose?¶ I said. The spiteful thing wouldn¶t let me: she pushed me off. All her nice books are mine. and on the other uncle. for I shall be master of the Grange after him. and let her out. and hurt me. There! you¶ve tired me²go away. truly.¶ he cried. when they were young. I shrieked out²that frightens her²she heard papa coming.¶ he replied. he does it so hard.¶ µIs Mr. was intense. at least. she made me come to the window and showed me her cheek cut on the inside. µtalking to Doctor Kenneth. and I explained it. and gave me her mother¶s portrait. the other she attempted to hide: but papa asked what was the matter. and her pretty birds. she offered to give me them. And then she cried. µHe¶s in the court. I¶m glad. and shut his eyes again. Heathcliff. on one side her mother. and when they heard that their little mistress was safe. and ordered her to resign hers to me. Catherine always spoke of it as her house.¶ he answered. He took the one I had away. and spoke. It is our secret. and bring a rescue for my young lady from the Grange. is to know. for he murmured her name. neither Hareton nor Zillah. when I am up-stairs. and took a little picture from her neck. and went and sat down with her face to the wall. and she broke the hinges and divided the case. and tried to get them from her. That was yesterday²I said they were mine.¶ µIn what apartment is it?¶ I asked. I touched his hand. Nobody. and she looks so pale and wild. moaning and grieving all night long. and her pony Minny.¶ he answered: µI wink to see my father strike a dog or a horse. µbut I can¶t walk up-stairs now. perceiving that the wretched creature had no power to sympathize with his cousin¶s mental tortures. and their joy also.

and storm it literally. and hardly ventured near the bed. God be thanked. and still importunately.µCatherine is coming. but soon comprehending why I counselled her to utter the falsehood. Heathcliff should Linton die. if I could help it. The single servant returned first. resolving to take a whole bevy up to the Heights. The harvest moon shone clear outside. unless the prisoner were quietly surrendered to us. Green. which I would not carry to my master. They brought word that Catherine was ill: too ill to quit her room. the lawyer. Ellen! Is papa alive?¶ µYes. I hope. after her. Having received his orders. I despatched a man to fetch the attorney. and washed her pale face. I couldn¶t abide to be present at their meeting. However. and then Mr. to-night. chafing it into a faint colour with my apron. breathless as she was. The four men came back unaccompanied also. He said Mr. and was passing through the hall with it in my hand. and four more.¶ I trembled at the first effects of this intelligence: he half rose up. was out when he arrived at his house. µEllen. µOh! it is Green. when a sharp knock at the front door made me jump. I stood outside the chamber-door a quarter of an hour. it could not fall to Mr. she assured me she would not complain. my angel. and made her drink.¶ I cried: µyes. but the knock was repeated: not loud. and vowed again. you are safe with us again!¶ She wanted to run. Her father shall see her. He divined that one of his enemy¶s purposes was to secure the personal property. imploring her to say. as well as the estate. but I compelled her to sit down on a chair.¶ I said. By that means. As soon as he recovered. then.¶ and I went on. Both parties were delayed very late. I said Heathcliff forced me to go in: which was not quite true. he determined to put it in the hands of trustees for her use during life. recollecting myself²µonly Green. nor did I describe all his father¶s brutal conduct²my intentions being to add no bitterness. I uttered as little as possible against Linton. if that devil be killed on his own doorstones in trying to prevent it! Happily. and tell of her arrival. I was spared the journey and the trouble. and Heathcliff would not suffer them to see her. and will be here. and he had to wait two hours for his re-entrance. up-stairs to Mr. because ignorant how nearly he and his nephew would quit the world together. but he would be at Thrushcross Grange before morning. if she had any. She stared. I had gone down-stairs at three o¶clock to fetch a jug of water. yet why he did not wait till his decease was a puzzle to my master. however: Catherine¶s despair . intending to send somebody else to open it. he felt that his will had better be altered: instead of leaving Catherine¶s fortune at her own disposal. Then I said I must go first. to his already over-flowing cup. I scolded the stupid fellows well for listening to that tale. to demand my young lady of her jailor. and for her children. at day-light. dear master!¶ I whispered. µshe is alive and well. provided with serviceable weapons. I put the jug on the banister and hastened to admit him myself. and then sank back in a swoon. I related our compulsory visit. I vowed. Linton¶s room. looked eagerly round the apartment. he is. she should be happy with young Heathcliff. All was composed. It was not the attorney. Green told him he had a little business in the village that must be done. and detention at the Heights. to his son: or rather himself. My own sweet little mistress sprang on my neck sobbing.

it was so entirely without a struggle. and my loud protestations against any infringement of its directions. she got easily out of its lattice. not yet departed²rushed hastily in. or whether the grief were too weighty to let them flow. He would have carried his delegated authority to the point of insisting that Edgar Linton should not be buried beside his wife.²µI am going to her. my young lady and I were seated in the library. He had the cunning to unlock and re-lock the door. and his petition was granted for once. shall come to us!¶ and never stirred or spoke again. having called at Wuthering Heights to get his instructions how to behave. however.was as silent as her father¶s joy. CHAPTER XXIX The evening after the funeral. and on to the ground. she visited the empty chambers and examined their windows. and would still have remained brooding over that deathbed. None could have noticed the exact minute of his death. and said µthat devil Heathcliff¶ was coming through the court: should he fasten the door in his face? . Fortunately. The funeral was hurried over. She supported him calmly. notice to quit. darling child. and she gathered the sense of Heathcliff¶s answer. to disturb him. by means of the fir-tree close by. Linton who had been conveyed up to the little parlour soon after I left. he murmured. in appearance. now musing mournfully²one of us despairingly²on our loss. she sat there dry-eyed till the sun rose: she sat till noon. but continued that rapt. There was the will. and when he should have gone to bed. luckily. but I insisted on her coming away and taking some repose. He had sold himself to Mr. Mrs. She told me that her anguish had at last spurred Linton to incur the risk of liberating her. Whether Catherine had spent her tears. Catherine stole out before break of day. and. Linton Heathcliff now. and he fixed on her features his raised eyes that seemed dilating with ecstasy. and yet I did hope. Mr. She heard the men I sent disputing at the door. with his family. Heathcliff: that was the cause of his delay in obeying my master¶s summons. he begged to sleep with Hareton. radiant gaze. notwithstanding his timid contrivances. without shutting it. Kissing her cheek. now venturing conjectures as to the gloomy future. We had just agreed the best destiny which could await Catherine would be a permission to continue resident at the Grange. and. for at dinner-time appeared the lawyer. my beloved young mistress. Catherine. was terrified into fetching the key before his father re-ascended. and began to cheer up under the prospect of retaining my home and my employment. after his daughter¶s arrival. He gave all the servants but me. It drove her desperate. and you. Green took upon himself to order everything and everybody about the place. He died blissfully. above all. till his pulse imperceptibly stopped and his soul departed. That seemed rather too favourable an arrangement to be hoped for. no thought of worldly affairs crossed the latter¶s mind. It was well I succeeded in removing her. at least during Linton¶s life: he being allowed to join her there. She dared not try the doors lest the dogs should raise an alarm. lighting on her mother¶s. and I to remain as housekeeper. Mr. Her accomplice suffered for his share in the escape. was suffered to stay at the Grange till her father¶s corpse had quitted it. but in the chapel. to hinder that. Lockwood: he died so. when a servant²one of the discarded ones.

and though you have done what you could to make him hateful to me. without saying a word. and just set him in a chair. and I hope you¶ll be a dutiful daughter and not encourage my son to further disobedience. Linton. It is not I who will make him hateful to you²it is his own sweet spirit. I¶m not going to nurture her in luxury and idleness after Linton is gone. Time had little altered his person either.If we had been mad enough to order that proceeding. even to the portraits on the wall: the splendid head of Mrs. and since then my presence is as potent on his nerves as a ghost. I called Joseph to carry him up again. a pinch would annihilate him. we had not time. µand I want my children about me. to be sure. shut the door. He¶s as bitter as gall at your desertion and its consequences: don¶t expect thanks for this noble devotion. µand send Master Linton to her? As you hate them both. and availed himself of the master¶s privilege to walk straight in. when she saw him. we shall still have the revenge of thinking that your cruelty arises from your greater misery. There was the same man: his dark face rather sallower and more composed. and I defy you to frighten me!¶ µYou are a boastful champion. The sound of our informant¶s voice directed him to the library. as a guest. he entered and motioning him out. and never touched him afterwards. I was embarrassed how to punish him when I discovered his part in the business: he¶s such a cobweb. I yield all my interest in him to you. however miserable you make us. eighteen years before: the same moon shone through the window. But I¶m glad I¶ve a better. Heathcliff advanced to the hearth. In two hours.¶ replied Heathcliff. as long as it lasts. Hareton says he wakes and shrieks in the night by the hour together.¶ he answered. and calls you to protect him from me. µStop!¶ he said. but you¶ll see by his look that he has received his due! I brought him down one evening. He made no ceremony of knocking or announcing his name: he was master.¶ µI¶m seeking a tenant for the Grange. and his very weakness will sharpen his wits to find a substitute for strength. Heathcliff you have nobody to love you. and. µbut I don¶t like you well enough to hurt him: you shall get the full benefit of the torment. that lass owes me her services for her bread. perhaps. and for that reason I love him. We had not yet lighted a candle. to forgive it. and I know he loves me. you¶d not miss them: they can only be a daily plague to your unnatural heart. and the same autumn landscape lay outside. and. µLinton is all I have to love in the world. you must come: he¶s your concern now. and the graceful one of her husband. you cannot make us hate each other. You are miserable. Make haste and get ready. now. are . and me to him.¶ µWhy not let Catherine continue here. It was the same room into which he had been ushered. and don¶t oblige me to compel you. Besides. and we had the room to ourselves. I heard him draw a pleasant picture to Zillah of what he would do if he were as strong as I: the inclination is there. though I am not near. Catherine had risen with an impulse to dash out. the day before yesterday. his frame a stone or two heavier. whether you like your precious mate. µNo more runnings away! Where would you go? I¶m come to fetch you home.¶ said Catherine. And I defy you to hurt him when I am by.¶ µI know he has a bad nature. Mr. and I fancy he sees me often.¶ I pleaded.¶ said Catherine: µhe¶s your son. I sent Hareton out. arresting her by the arm.¶ µI shall. or not. but all the apartment was visible. and no other difference.

exist among us! The day she was buried. µYou shall be sorry to be yourself presently. to remove the earth off her coffin lid. witch. through eighteen years² incessantly²remorselessly²till yesternight. Begone. Mr. and no one else had business to bring them there. and yesternight I was tranquil. and slide mine out too.´ I got a spade from the tool-house. I dreamt I was sleeping the last sleep by that sleeper. In the evening I went to the churchyard. like the devil. it is sleep. and bending down. I¶ll think it is this north wind that chills me. You know I was wild after she died. and I opened it. µDo you suppose I dread any change of that sort? I expected such a transformation on raising the lid²but I¶m better pleased that it should not commence till I share it. from dawn to dawn. Being alone. I didn¶t fear that her fool of a husband would wander up the glen so late. and so I struck one side of the coffin loose. what would you have dreamt of then?¶ I said. but²¶ He turned abruptly to the fire.¶ said her father-in-law. I thought. and eternally. I¶ll have it made so: and then by the time Linton gets to us he¶ll not know which is which!¶ µYou were very wicked. and draw pleasure from the griefs of her enemies. and then. who was digging Linton¶s grave. It began oddly. damn him! I wish he¶d been soldered in lead. night and day.¶ µAnd if she had been dissolved into earth. He bid me be silent. once. I was on the point of attaining my object. I must call a smile²µI¶ll tell you what I did yesterday! I got the sexton. praying her to return to me her spirit! I have a strong faith in ghosts: I have a conviction that they can. but he said it would change if the air blew on it. I said to myself²³I¶ll have her in my arms again! If she be cold. Heathcliff!¶ I exclaimed. that strange feeling would hardly have been removed. Nelly. µand I gave some ease to myself. and conscious two yards of loose earth was the sole barrier between us. offering to resign mine to her. he said²µI shall have that home. I fell to work with my hands. unless I had received a distinct impression of her passionless features. In her absence I began to beg for Zillah¶s place at the Heights.¶ he replied. µwere you not ashamed to disturb the dead?¶ µI disturbed nobody. Not because I need it. And I bribed the sexton to pull it away when I¶m laid there. close at the edge of the grave. ³If I . and if she be motionless. and do. with what. and you¶ll have a better chance of keeping me underground. for the first time. Linton¶s. with my heart stopped and my cheek frozen against hers. µOf dissolving with her.you not? Lonely. µif you stand there another minute. Besides. Disturbed her? No! she has disturbed me. and get your things!¶ She scornfully withdrew. there came a fall of snow. and continued. It blew bleak as winter²all round was solitary. and covered it up: not Linton¶s side. when I get there. and envious like him? Nobody loves you²nobody will cry for you when you die! I wouldn¶t be you!¶ Catherine spoke with a kind of dreary triumph: she seemed to have made up her mind to enter into the spirit of her future family. allowed himself a glance round the room and a look at the pictures. the wood commenced cracking about the screws. but he would suffer it on no account. or worse. Having studied Mrs. I shall be a great deal more comfortable now. and began to delve with all my might²it scraped the coffin. when it seemed that I heard a sigh from some one above. for lack of a better word. I would have stayed there: when I saw her face again²it is hers yet!²he had hard work to stir me. and being more happy still!¶ he answered.

and I maintained silence. he added: µYou may do without your pony: it is a fine evening. As she kissed me. her lips felt like ice.¶ said Heathcliff to me. and led me home. but imparting a peculiar look of trouble. for what journeys you take. if they had not resembled catgut. took it down and leant it against the sofa to contemplate it at better advantage. since then. I couldn¶t lie there. and. I relinquished my labour of agony. it seemed that on going out I should meet her. but I was sure I should see her there.can only get this off. to beguile me with the spectre of a hope through eighteen years!¶ Mr. but on the earth. And so I opened and closed them a hundred times a night²to be always disappointed! It racked me! I¶ve often groaned aloud. You may laugh. diminishing the grim aspect of his countenance. or even resting her darling head on the same pillow as she did when a child. close at my ear. and while so occupied Catherine entered. they would long ago have relaxed to the feebleness of Linton¶s. and yet I could not! I ought to have sweat blood then. ³I wish they may shovel in the earth over us both!´ and I wrenched at it more desperately still. Having reached the Heights. his eyes were fixed on the red embers of the fire. Now. I want none of your prying at my house!¶ . announcing that she was ready. and then hurrying up-stairs. to my room and hers. Heathcliff paused and wiped his forehead. Come along. A sudden sense of relief flowed from my heart through every limb. and I could not help talking to her. when her pony should be saddled. his hair clung to it. Ellen!¶ whispered my dear little mistress. When I went from home I hastened to return. but raised next the temples. µCome and see me. till that old rascal Joseph no doubt believed that my conscience was playing the fiend inside of me. but by fractions of hairbreadths. Dean!¶ said her new father. I didn¶t like to hear him talk! After a short period he resumed his meditation on the picture. then turning to her. or entering the room. and a painful appearance of mental tension towards one absorbing subject. so certainly I felt that Cathy was there: not under me. don¶t forget.¶ µGood-bye.´ I muttered. I looked round impatiently²I felt her by me²I could almost see her. your own feet will serve you. if you will. It was fastened. Her presence was with me: it remained while I re-filled the grave. I rushed eagerly to the door. She showed herself. that accursed Earnshaw and my wife opposed my entrance. wet with perspiration. as she often was in life. a devil to me! And. µWhen I wish to speak to you I¶ll come here. When I sat in the house with Hareton.¶ µTake care you do no such thing. and I must open my lids to see. I remember stopping to kick the breath out of him. There was another sigh. and turned consoled at once: unspeakably consoled. or sliding back the panels. I appeared to feel the warm breath of it displacing the sleet-laden wind. but. sometimes more and sometimes less. from the anguish of my yearning²from the fervour of my supplications to have but one glimpse! I had not one. He only half addressed me. I was sure she was with me. I remember. since I¶ve seen her. I knew no living thing in flesh and blood was by. and you¶ll need no ponies at Wuthering Heights. she must be somewhere at the Heights. I¶ve been the sport of that intolerable torture! Infernal! keeping my nerves at such a stretch that. though it cannot be discerned. Ellen. the brows not contracted. It was a strange way of killing: not by inches. for the moment I closed my eyes. µSend that over to-morrow. as certainly as you perceive the approach to some substantial body in the dark. I¶m pacified²a little. she was either outside the window. when I walked on the moors I should meet her coming in. I was certain! And when I slept in her chamber²I was beaten out of that. Mrs.

and does not like her. I did pity her then. act the nurse. while the master and Earnshaw were at breakfast. you know.¶ she said. I fancy he fretted a great deal. and asked all in a quiver if the doctor might be sent for? her cousin was very ill. I watched them. whose trees concealed them. . Zillah has told me something of the way they go on. and then I¶ve shut myself in quick. He said Mrs. and casting back a look that cut my heart. being a narrow-minded. CHAPTER XXX I have paid a visit to the Heights.He signed her to precede him. he¶ll die!´ µ³Walk out of the room. Linton did. after we had gone to bed. Then. walk down the garden.´ µThen she began to bother me. it was no concern of mine either to advise or complain. and I said I¶d had enough plague with the tiresome thing.´ cried the master. I can guess by her talk. and let his daughter-in-law look after herself. Linton was µthrang. Heathcliff told her to follow her own business. otherwise I should hardly know who was dead and who living. and I always refused to meddle. for fear of being moved to interfere. Mrs. Once or twice.´ she said. and with rapid strides he hurried her into the alley. lock him up and leave him. Catherine evinced a child¶s annoyance at this neglect. ³but his life is not worth a farthing. My young lady asked some aid of her when she first came. repaid it with contempt. selfish woman. she shut herself into Linton¶s room. she entered the house. but I have not seen her since she left: Joseph held the door in his hand when I called to ask after her. a little before you came. and moaned hisseln night and day. without even wishing good-evening to me and Joseph. I had a long talk with Zillah about six weeks ago. µHow they managed together. and I won¶t spend a farthing on him. we each had our tasks. µ³We know that!´ answered Heathcliff. µThe first thing Mrs.¶ and the master was not in. and hers was to wait on Linton: Mr. as securely as if she had done her some great wrong. though I thought it wrong that Kenneth should not be sent for. and. and thus enlisted my informant among her enemies. she obeyed. and this is what she told me.´ µ³But I cannot tell how to do. from the window. I can¶t tell. and wouldn¶t let me pass. Dean. and Zillah willingly acquiesced. but I was not going to disobey the master: I never dare disobey him. I¶m sure: still I didn¶t wish to lose my place. ³and let me never hear a word more about him! None here care what becomes of him. Heathcliff fixed Catherine¶s arm under his: though she disputed the act at first evidently. and she had precious little rest: one could guess by her white face and heavy eyes. and remained till morning. was to run up-stairs. ³and if nobody will help me. if you do not. She sometimes came into the kitchen all wildered like. Heathcliff bid me leave that labour to her. and looked as if she would fain beg assistance. one day when we foregathered on the moor. She thinks Catherine haughty. I¶ve happened to open my door again and seen her sitting crying on the stairs¶-top. if you do. but Mr. µon her arrival at the Heights.

Mr. I followed. and proceeded to their room. destitute of cash and friends. who had been wakened by the ringing and the sound of feet.²³Well. Heathcliff has claimed and kept them in his wife¶s right and his also: I suppose legally. But the master bid him get off to bed again: we didn¶t want his help. Get up. He afterwards made Joseph remove the body to his chamber. Mrs. she vanished again. Heathcliff remained by herself. according to Zillah. . let her be till after the funeral. However. by saying.µAt last. as soon as she seems better. and touched him. Catherine. into that act during her week¶s absence. I informed Mr. with her hands folded on her knees. I lay a quarter of an hour listening and trembling. instantly. Her father-in-law went up. Catherine?´ he repeated. being a minor. and told me to return to mine. one night she came boldly into my chamber. Joseph was fain. µ³He¶s safe. he sent me to tell her she must come down to breakfast: she had undressed. and. too! I gave her a little wine. to his father: the poor creature was threatened. and I began to doze. I believe. cannot disturb his possession. and frightened me out of my wits. and would have been rather more friendly. He¶s got over it. and tell him.´ he said. Heathcliff went up once. ³how do you feel?´ µShe was dumb.´¶ Cathy stayed upstairs a fortnight. who visited her twice a day. µ³Now²Catherine. when his uncle died. I needn¶t disturb them. at which I hardly wondered. at any rate. But my sleep was marred a second time by a sharp ringing of the bell²the only bell we have. Heathcliff. Hareton and Joseph. or coaxed. Heathcliff was seated by the bedside. ³Tell Mr. He had bequeathed the whole of his. I said to myself. and the master called to me to see what was the matter. µI delivered Catherine¶s message. and in a few minutes came out with a lighted candle. The lands. and Mrs.´ µHaving uttered this speech. and appeared going to sleep. now entered. but her attempts at increasing kindness were proudly and promptly repelled. and heard our talk from outside. Hareton seemed a thought bothered: though he was more taken up with staring at Catherine than thinking of Linton. µShe¶s mistaken. µ³How do you feel. µIn the morning. ³you have left me so long to struggle against death alone. tell me. and I¶m free. Heathcliff that his son is dying²I¶m sure he is. to show her Linton¶s will. Nothing stirred²the house was quiet. and he replied. looked at him. afterwards he turned to her. that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!´ µAnd she looked like it. with a bitterness she couldn¶t conceal. held the light to Linton¶s face. and inform them that he wouldn¶t have that noise repeated. this time. and what had been her. He cursed to himself. he could not meddle with. moveable property.´ she answered: ³I should feel well²but. of the lad¶s removal.´ she continued. put up on purpose for Linton. and go up now and then to get her what is needful. and said she was ill.

The train-oil and gunpowder were shoved out of sight in a minute. isn¶t a model of nice behaviour. so he had as good leave his guns and bits of indoor work alone. µever approached her door. and sit close by the fire: he was sure she was starved. µAnd she got a chair for herself. still. after watching her endeavours a while. explained Mrs. He grew sullen. that she couldn¶t bear any longer being in the cold. she began to look round. He coloured up at the news. And what will all her learning and her daintiness do for her. µ³I¶ve been starved a month and more. I saw he meant to give her his company. but I.¶ she continued. Hareton. and discovered a number of books on the dresser. and her yellow curls combed back behind her ears as plain as a Quaker: she couldn¶t comb them out. has no minister now. nor was he daunted by the saucy style in which she jerked the page from his finger: he contented himself with going a bit farther back and looking at her instead of the book. She didn¶t thank him.¶ Zillah went on.¶ said Zillah.¶ Hareton allowed Zillah to give him her aid. he wanted to be presentable. and joked at his confusion. you know. Young folks are always the better for an elder¶s over-looking. and nobody asked anything about her. donned in black. µNow. seeing me not pleased by her manner. and I guessed. she was instantly upon her feet again. he tried to make himself agreeable. and even to stoop and point out what struck his fancy in certain old pictures which they contained. laughing. she made her appearance. by his way. and I¶m doing my little all that road. resting on the word as scornful as she could. when I carried up her dinner. I got up and offered her my seat in the arm-chair. His attention became. µas chill as an icicle. a chapel. and as high as a princess. µMissis walked in. half forgetting her former insults. µJoseph and I generally go to chapel on Sundays:¶ the kirk. and she flattered him into a good humour. if he would. as soon as she heard Heathcliff¶s horse trot off. Earnshaw rose. Dean. when Catherine came. so. and Hareton. and Earnshaw and I needn¶t hinder her from descending. and they call the Methodists¶ or Baptists¶ place (I can¶t say which it is) at Gimmerton. µJoseph had gone. she held her frock. and she had been always used to see the Sabbath respected. except that once. and ventured to stand behind as she examined them. and I told her the master was going to Thrushcross Grange. so. she turned up her nose at my civility. and cast his eyes over his hands and clothes. Mrs. so. quite centred in the study of .µNobody. with all his bashfulness. µbut I thought proper to bide at home. µThat was a great advance for the lad. now? She¶s as poor as you or I: poorer. or seeking for something to read.´ she answered. stretching to reach them: but they were too high up. Having sat till she was warm. Her cousin. and placed it at a distance from both of us. and began to swear. No. while she stayed. The first occasion of her coming down into the house was on a Sunday afternoon. and happen you¶re right: but I own I should love well to bring her pride a peg lower. too. She continued reading. I let him know that his cousin would very likely sit with us. I offered to help him. at last summoned courage to help her. I¶ll be bound: you¶re saying. he felt gratified that she had accepted his assistance. Dean. and he filled it with the first that came to hand. She had cried out.¶ she said. µyou happen think your young lady too fine for Mr. by degrees. as I durst not laugh when the master is by. and bid her come to the settle. by the housekeeper¶s account.

Hareton. Zillah? I¶m stalled of doing naught. or anywhere. µ³Get away this moment! How dare you touch me? Why are you stopping there?´ she cried. and the more hurt she gets. and she¶ll curl back without respect of any one. immediately. for. µ³Will you ask her to read to us. and as good as dares him to thrash her. perhaps. rather than have your disagreeable voice in my ear!´ said my lady. but ask of yourseln. Heathcliff. he put out his hand and stroked one curl. ³I can¶t endure you! I¶ll go upstairs again.´ I said. she started round in such a taking. He talked now. But I won¶t complain to you! I¶m driven down here by the cold. Hareton recoiled. freely enough. And. in spite of her pride. I determined to leave my situation. and she presently saw fit to retreat to her solitude: but the frost had set in.´ µ³But I offered more than once. Heathcliff would as soon permit that as he would set up Hareton in an independent house. ³He¶d take it very kind²he¶d be much obliged. you all kept off. answered² µ³Mr. Hareton wishes you would read to us. ³I asked Mr. the more venomous she grows. and she continued turning over her volumes another half hour. in a tone of disgust. Heathcliff to let me wake for you²´ µ³Be silent! I¶ll go out of doors. for him! and unslinging his gun. finally. and the whole set of you. However. on hearing this account from Zillah. and looking up. take a cottage. µHareton muttered she might go to hell. I took care there should be no further scorning at my good nature: ever since. and that scheme it does not come within my province to arrange. I¶ve been as stiff as herself. let them say the least word to her.´ µ³What could I ha¶ done?´ began Earnshaw.´ he said. and get Catherine to come and live with me: but Mr. as gently as if it were a bird.her thick silky curls: her face he couldn¶t see. she was forced to condescend to our company. and whispered to me.´ answered Mrs. and I do like²I could like to hear her! Dunnot say I wanted it. Earnshaw crossed over.´ µMr. and asked. unless she could marry again. but attracted like a child to a candle. ***** . He might have stuck a knife into her neck. looking as foolish as he could do: he sat down in the settle very quiet. and she couldn¶t see him. restrained himself from his Sunday occupations no longer. will be good enough to understand that I reject any pretence at kindness you have the hypocrisy to offer! I despise you. ma¶am. not quite awake to what he did. and will have nothing to say to any of you! When I would have given my life for one kind word. and. She¶ll snap at the master himself. if you come near me. at last he proceeded from staring to touching. more and more. ³How was I to blame?´ µ³Oh! you are an exception.´ µ³Mr.¶ At first. even to see one of your faces. at present.´ µShe frowned. ³I never missed such a concern as you. and I can see no remedy. kindling up at her pertness. not either to amuse you or enjoy your society. and she has no lover or liker among us: and she does not deserve one.

Thereat. µWhat is that?¶ And chucked it off. No. but he would be in at dinner-time. Heathcliff should look at it first. but the jealous gate was fastened. and. annoyed at her exposing my kind deed. saying Mr. Notwithstanding the doctor¶s prophecy. she looked more sulky and less spirited than when I had seen her first. it is true. and I entered. he unchained it. as at my last visit. Catherine was there.¶ I thought. and. I went to the Heights as I proposed: my housekeeper entreated me to bear a little note from her to her young lady. and fearful lest it should be imagined a missive of my own. murmured in soliloquy: . I knocked and invoked Earnshaw from among the garden-beds. making herself useful in preparing some vegetables for the approaching meal. µRemove them yourself. Dean¶s story. never returning my bow and good-morning by the slightest acknowledgment. Dean would persuade me to believe. She hardly raised her eyes to notice me. She would gladly have gathered it up at this information. and her cousin. as I fancied.¶ I answered. She¶s a beauty. Catherine caught and perused it eagerly. µShe does not seem so amiable. and retiring to a stool by the window. to inform my landlord that I shall spend the next six months in London. if he likes. as ungraciously as he could. I took particular notice of him this time. very stealthily. not as a substitute for the host. Catherine silently turned her face from us. and riding over to Wuthering Heights. and frosty. I approached her. but not an angel. and though it be only the second week in January. It was eleven o¶clock. calm. The front door stood open. Dean¶s note on to her knee. rational and irrational. µA letter from your old acquaintance. drew out her pocket-handkerchief and applied it to her eyes. where she began to carve figures of birds and beasts out of the turnip-parings in her lap. I am rapidly recovering strength. for the worthy woman was not conscious of anything odd in her request. We entered together. Heathcliff were at home? He answered. pretending to desire a view of the garden. the housekeeper at the Grange. and gazing towards the hills. CHAPTER XXXI Yesterday was bright. he seized and put it in his waistcoat. I would not pass another winter here for much. of her former home. I propose getting out on horseback in a day or two. after struggling awhile to keep down his softer feelings. he may look out for another tenant to take the place after October. pulled out the letter and flung it on the floor beside her. µas Mrs. at which he immediately flung down his tools and accompanied me. in the office of watchdog. unnoticed by Hareton²but she asked aloud. adroitly dropped Mrs.¶ Earnshaw surlily bid her remove her things to the kitchen. but then he does his best apparently to make the least of his advantages.Thus ended Mrs. and continued her employment with the same disregard to common forms of politeness as before. The fellow is as handsome a rustic as need be seen. and I did not refuse. but Hareton beat her. I asked if Mr. and I announced my intention of going in and waiting for him. then she put a few questions to me concerning the inmates.¶ she said. pushing them from her as soon as she had done. and.

µMrs. as you cannot enjoy them. I heard you. I came upon a secret stock in your room²some Latin and Greek. and then laughed at for trying to remove it. My housekeeper never wearies of talking about and praising you.µI should like to be riding Minny down there! I should like to be climbing up there! Oh! I¶m tired²I¶m stalled. and then cursing because you couldn¶t read their explanations!¶ The young man evidently thought it too bad that he should be laughed at for his ignorance. and each stumbled and . with half a yawn and half a sigh. as a magpie gathers silver spoons.¶ I replied. and some tales and poetry: all old friends. Heathcliff never reads. we have each had a commencement. and once. and I heard you turning over the dictionary to seek out the hard words. I have not had a glimpse of one for weeks. meantime. I searched through Joseph¶s store of theology. except that you received her letter and said nothing!¶ She appeared to wonder at this speech. but emulous of your attainments. Mrs. and she¶ll be greatly disappointed if I return with no news of or from you. but I have no materials for writing: not even a book from which I might tear a leaf. to his great irritation. after sitting some time mute. and lapsed into an aspect of abstracted sadness: neither caring nor knowing whether we remarked her. Heathcliff. and I should be desperate!¶ µI was always reading. µand Mr. and you cannot deprive me of those!¶ Earnshaw blushed crimson when his cousin made this revelation of his private literary accumulations. hesitatingly. Hareton. µMr. nobody else shall. Hareton!¶ And she leant her pretty head back against the sill. µYes. Heathcliff. and asked. and stammered an indignant denial of her accusations.¶ she continued. Hareton is desirous of increasing his amount of knowledge.¶ I said. I observed. He¶ll be a clever scholar in a few years. coming to his rescue. for the mere love of stealing! They are of no use to you. µHow do you contrive to live here without them? if I may take the liberty to inquire. Though provided with a large library. I¶m frequently very dull at the Grange.²µBut.² µDoes Ellen like you?¶ µYes.¶ I said. Dean¶s anecdote of his first attempt at enlightening the darkness in which he had been reared. µHe is not envious. Perhapsyour envy counselled Mr. when I had them. remembering Mrs. and. µYou must tell her. µthat I would answer her letter. Only once. and pretty blunders he makes! I wish you would repeat Chevy Chase as you did yesterday: it was extremely funny. I hear him trying to spell and read to himself. so he took it into his head to destroy my books. very well. or else you concealed them in the bad spirit that.¶ said Catherine. Heathcliff to rob me of my treasures? But I¶ve most of them written on my brain and printed in my heart. take my books away. I brought the last here²and you gathered them.¶ µAnd he wants me to sink into a dunce.¶ answered Catherine. µyou are not aware that I am an acquaintance of yours? so intimate that I think it strange you won¶t come and speak to me. I had a similar notion.¶ µNo books!¶ I exclaimed.

and repaying its effects on the inflictor. are consecrated to me by other associations.¶ Hareton¶s chest heaved in silence a minute: he laboured under a severe sense of mortification and wrath. commencing a verse of an old ballad in the same fashion. sucking her damaged lip. took up my station in the doorway. till Catherine crossed his path. from a gentlemanly idea of relieving his embarrassment. and I fancied I guessed the incitement to his secret studies also. exclaiming. but presently reappeared. he recalled the pleasure they had already imparted. encountered him. and laying hold of his shoulder asked. were his first prompters to higher pursuits. naught.¶ he answered fiercely.²µTake them! I never want to hear. and the triumph and ever-increasing pleasure he had anticipated from them. I read in his countenance what anguish it was to offer that sacrifice to spleen. and hate them. and read a portion in the drawling tone of a beginner. and watching the conflagration with indignant eyes. or think of them again!¶ µI won¶t have them now. and sighed. now. I rose. and broke away to enjoy his grief and anger in solitude. and instead of guarding him from one and winning him to the other. and threw it from her. He followed my example. µAnd listen. µI don¶t wish to limit his acquirements: still. provokingly. But ere he had crossed the door-stones.¶ µOh!¶ she replied. µYes that¶s all the good that such a brute as you can get from them!¶ cried Catherine. µI shall connect them with you.¶ she answered. where I made way for him to pass. his endeavours to raise himself had produced just the contrary result. Mr. Shame at her scorn. and hope of her approval. I fancied that as they consumed. both prose and verse. He had been content with daily labour and rough animal enjoyments.¶ She opened one that had obviously been often turned over. surveying the external prospect as I stood. µYou¶d better hold your tongue.¶ she continued. which he threw into Catherine¶s lap. coming up the causeway. and make it ridiculous to me with his vile mistakes and mispronunciations! Those books.tottered on the threshold. he has no right to appropriate what is mine.²µWhat¶s to do now. then laughed. Heathcliff. He afterwards gathered the books and hurled them on the fire. and. But his self-love would endure no further torment: I heard. or read. And his agitation precluded further speech. The little wretch had done her utmost to hurt her cousin¶s sensitive though uncultivated feelings. as if out of deliberate malice. he advanced hastily to the entrance. and I hate to have them debased and profaned in his mouth! Besides. my lad?¶ µNaught. and left the room. and not altogether disapprovingly. had our teachers scorned instead of aiding us. . bearing half a dozen volumes in his hands. and a physical argument was the only mode he had of balancing the account. of all. a manual cheek given to her saucy tongue. he has selected my favourite pieces that I love the most to repeat. we should stumble and totter yet.¶ he said. which it was no easy task to suppress. Heathcliff gazed after him.

µand remain in the kitchen till he is gone. and he looked sparer in person. µI¶m glad to see you out of doors again. while riding down the road.¶ he replied. on perceiving him through the window. in reply to my greeting. considerably irritated. I¶ve wondered more than once what brought you here. His daughter-in-law. µBut if you be coming to plead off paying for a place you won¶t occupy. and bade adieu early. so that I remained alone. µor else an idle whim is going to spirit me away. and my host himself escorted me to the door. to get a last glimpse of Catherine and annoy old Joseph. I¶ll settle with you now. on the one hand. your journey is useless: I never relent in exacting my due from any one. Sit down and take your dinner with us. µfrom selfish motives partly: I don¶t think I could readily supply your loss in this desolation. bearing a tray of knives and forks.¶ and I drew my note-book from my pocket.¶ muttered Heathcliff. Living among clowns and misanthropists. she probably cannot appreciate a better class of people when she meets them. Heathcliff. Mr. and I must give you warning that I feel no disposition to retain Thrushcross Grange beyond the twelve months I agreed to rent it. sir. no. Catherine bring the things in: where are you?¶ Catherine reappeared.¶ µOh. anxious expression in his countenance. and Hareton. I believe I shall not live there any more. immediately escaped to the kitchen. but Hareton received orders to lead up my horse. µNo. are you?¶ he said. µYou may get your dinner with Joseph. Linton Heathcliff. µWhat a realisation of something more romantic than a fairy tale it would have been for Mrs. There was a restless. Lockwood. unconscious that I was behind him. µyou¶ll leave sufficient behind to cover your debts.¶ was my answer. as her good nurse desired. I would have departed by the back way. you¶re tired of being banished from the world. a guest that is safe from repeating his visit can generally be made welcome. I shall set out for London next week. µShould you wish it. absolutely dumb. so I could not fulfil my wish. indeed. aside. I had never remarked there before.¶ µAn idle whim.¶ he muttered. and walked moodily in. had she and I struck up an attachment.¶ He bent his eyes to the ground.¶ µI¶m coming to plead off nothing about it. With Mr. grim and saturnine.¶ he said. µBut when I look for his father in his face. I find her every day more! How the devil is he so like? I can hardly bear to see him. coolly. I fear. if you fail to return: I¶m not in such a hurry. µHow dreary life gets over in that house!¶ I reflected. on the other.µIt will be odd if I thwart myself. and migrated together into the stirring atmosphere of the town!¶ CHAPTER XXXII .¶ I exclaimed. I made a somewhat cheerless meal.¶ She obeyed his directions very punctually: perhaps she had no temptation to transgress.

the master. the girl followed.¶ µGimmerton?¶ I repeated²my residence in that locality had already grown dim and dreamy. Are there any rooms to lodge me in. and I entered too. and those bluff. How far is it from this?¶ µHappen fourteen mile o¶er th¶ hills. µMistress Dean? Nay!¶ she answered. then?¶ I continued. smoking a meditative pipe. warm weather²too warm for travelling. I would go out for a walk. only good fire and dry sheets were necessary. Besides. and an old woman reclined on the housesteps. µAh! I know. It was sweet. bold swells of heath. confiding in her energy for a resting-place against my return.²µYon¶s frough Gimmerton. and thus save myself the trouble of invading the neighbourhood again. and. µWell. and a rough road. I distinguished a moor-sheep cropping the short turf on the graves. I unexpectedly came within fifteen miles of Gimmerton. I could spare a day easily to arrange matters with my landlord. Lockwood. moreover. blue wreath. Under the porch. and he remarked. and. I bade her be composed. and they did not hear. and knocked for admittance. I rode into the court. I wonder? I wish to stay all night. but the family had retreated into the back premises.1802. . newly reaped. in summer nothing more divine. by one thin. and proceeded down the valley alone. and I conceived that I might as well pass the night under my own roof as in an inn. and malappropriated several other articles of her craft: but I retired. I¶m Mr. that I had almost upset her wits by my unwelcome apparition. No sweeping and dusting. She seemed willing to do her best. In winter nothing more dreary. nah! They¶re allas three wick¶ after other folk wi¶ ther harvest. I¶m sure it would have tempted me to waste a month among its solitudes. aw keep th¶ hause. The grey church looked greyer.¶ µAre you the housekeeper. whoiver knew yah wur coming? Yah sud ha¶ send word. Dean within?¶ I demanded of the dame. meantime she must try to prepare a corner of a sitting-room for me to sup in. Having rested awhile. we managed the distance in some three hours. a girl of nine or ten sat knitting. I left him there. though she thrust the hearth-brush into the grates in mistake for the poker. passed by. but the heat did not hinder me from enjoying the delightful scenery above and below: had I seen it nearer August. µEea. A sudden impulse seized me to visit Thrushcross Grange. I reached the Grange before sunset. They¶s nowt norther dry nor mensful abaht t¶ place: nowt there isn¶t!¶ She threw down her pipe and bustled in. and a bedroom to sleep in. µIs Mrs.¶ he answered. and. It was scarcely noon.¶ she replied.¶ µT¶ maister!¶ she cried in astonishment. The ostler at a roadside public-house was holding a pail of water to refresh my horses. curling from the kitchen chimney. µshe doesn¶t bide here: shoo¶s up at th¶ Heights. than those glens shut in by hills.²This September I was invited to devastate the moors of a friend in the north. when a cart of very green oats. with great fatigue to our beasts. I judged. I directed my servant to inquire the way to the village. and the lonely churchyard lonelier. and on my journey to his abode. µWhet. soon perceiving that her report was true.

when I had quitted the court. µThat for the third time. f¶r owt ee knaw!¶ she answered. and I bit my lip in spite. and accordingly what inmates there were had stationed themselves not far from one of the windows. or he would never have been so steady. so I turned away and made my exit. Heathcliff¶s dwelling. to the lowest pit in the infernal regions if I showed my unfortunate person in his neighbourhood then. and the mild glory of a rising moon in front²one fading. and from their conversation I judged they were about to issue out and have a walk on the moors. There was unobstructed admittance on that side also. Both doors and lattices were open. and at the door sat my old friend Nelly Dean. which recalled him by a smart slap on the cheek. then. Before I arrived in sight of it. by the aid of my nostrils. however. I skulked round to seek refuge in the kitchen. for minding so well. respectably dressed and seated at a table. her light. sewing . I would have asked why Mrs. and received at least five kisses. and yet. That is an improvement. by that splendid moon. at intervals. as she bent to superintend his studies. with his brown looks. rambling leisurely along.¶ The male speaker began to read: he was a young man. at having thrown away the chance I might have had of doing something besides staring at its smiting beauty. and feeling very mean and malignant. and climbed the stony by-road branching off to Mr. a fine red fire illumined the chimney: the comfort which the eye derives from it renders the extra heat endurable. and his eyes kept impatiently wandering from the page to a small white hand over his shoulder. µAll well at the Heights?¶ I inquired of the woman. kiss me.Wuthering Heights was the goal of my proposed excursion. µCon-trary!¶ said a voice as sweet as a silver bell. Recollect. not free from further blunders. and looked and listened in consequence. that grew as I lingered. you dunce! I¶m not going to tell you again. Then they came to the door. having a book before him.¶ µNo. but the pupil claimed a reward. or I¶ll pull your hair!¶ µContrary. I could both see them and hear them talk before I entered. if not by his mouth. And I noticed another. I had neither to climb the gate nor to knock²it yielded to my hand.¶ answered another. shining ringlets blending. The task was done. skurrying away with a pan of hot cinders. being moved thereto by a mingled sense of curiosity and envy. and her face²it was lucky he could not see her face. a fragrance of stocks and wallflowers wafted on the air from amongst the homely fruit-trees. with the glow of a sinking sun behind. I thought. But the house of Wuthering Heights is so large that the inmates have plenty of space for withdrawing out of its influence. Dean had deserted the Grange. An afterthought brought me back. and every blade of grass. I supposed I should be condemned in Hareton Earnshaw¶s heart. all that remained of day was a beamless amber light along the west: but I could see every pebble on the path. and the other brightening²as I quitted the park. as is usually the case in a coal-district. Its owner stood behind. in deep but softened tones. he generously returned. µAnd now. His handsome features glowed with pleasure. read it over first correctly. which. but it was impossible to delay her at such a crisis. I could. whenever its owner detected such signs of inattention. µEea. without a single mistake.

Poor lad!¶ he added. Heathcliff you must settle. µHe¶s gone out at present. µI¶d rayther. it will do you good: you seem weary. µAh! you have not heard of Heathcliff¶s death. when I advanced. Dean was about to recommence. and Mr. µor rather with me. and won¶t return soon. but yah set up them glories to sattan.¶ retorted the singer. µBut wisht.¶ she observed. with a groan. µOh! then it is with Mrs. I see. You sit down too. have a drink of our old ale. This is ³Fairy Annie¶s Wedding´²a bonny tune²it goes to a dance. nor hearken ye hahsiver!¶ said the tenant of the kitchen. and all t¶ flaysome wickednesses that iver were born into th¶ warld! Oh! ye¶re a raight nowt. for there¶s norther law nor justice among wer rullers!¶ µNo! or we should be sitting in flaming fagots. and never mind me. and stay till you returned. Lockwood! How could you think of returning in this way? All¶s shut up at Thrushcross Grange. She has not learnt to manage her affairs yet. conducting me into the house. But. crying²µWhy.¶ I looked surprised. step in. Stop.¶ I replied.¶ I answered. and read your Bible like a Christian. I never dreamt of his dying! Let me hear how it came to pass. soon after you went to London. judge ¶em. µHow long ago?¶ µThree months since: but sit down. sir?¶ said Nelly. I suppose. astonished. bless you. old man. for as long as I shall stay.¶ Mrs. and I act for her: there¶s nobody else. µhe¶s witched: I¶m sartin on¶t. have you?¶ µI want nothing: I have ordered supper at home. that I cannot oppen t¶ blessed Book. Mrs. Oh.¶ . and let me take your hat. You should have given us notice!¶ µI¶ve arranged to be accommodated there. µI depart again to-morrow. µand while they make me lodging room there.¶ µWhat business. by th¶ haulf. At least. uttered in far from musical accents. and that poor lad ¶ll be lost atween ye. pray! Have you walked from Gimmerton this evening?¶ µFrom the Grange. I want to finish my business with your master. µHeathcliff dead!¶ I exclaimed.¶ she continued.and singing a song. you have had nothing to eat. and shoo¶s another. in answer to an unheard speech of Nelly¶s. Mr. because I don¶t think of having another opportunity in a hurry.¶ µZillah left. hev¶ ¶em swearing i¶ my lugs fro¶h morn to neeght. and recognising me directly. Heathcliff wished me to come. Dean? tell me that. Lord.¶ µAbout the rent. µIt¶s a blazing shame. And how are you transplanted here. she jumped to her feet. You say you don¶t expect them back for some time²the young people?¶ µNo²I have to scold them every evening for their late rambles: but they don¶t care for me. which was often interrupted from within by harsh words of scorn and intolerance. and I¶ll tell you all about it.¶ I answered.

as she expressed it. would you take it now? I¶ll try!¶ . He had not only twitched his shoulder but clenched his fist. µanswer me that. expressing her wonder how he could endure the life he lived²how he could sit a whole evening staring into the fire. in a brief space grew irritable and restless. and other articles. and became incapable of letting him alone: talking at him. he burned his books. Ellen?¶ she once observed. µI know why Hareton never speaks. µHe¶s. and shunned remarking or addressing him²and though he was always as sullen and silent as possible²after a while.¶ µPerhaps I was. commenting on his stupidity and idleness. what is it about? But you can¶t speak to me!¶ Then she looked at him. and. within a fortnight of your leaving us. for Catherine¶s sake. Heathcliff did not explain his reasons for taking a new mind about my coming here. she changed her behaviour. Hareton will ask the master to send you up-stairs. µHe is afraid I shall laugh at him. µHe twitched his shoulder as Juno twitches hers. because I laughed.¶ µMr.¶ she continued. Ellen. Ask him. she said. if you do. Ellen. µbut I did not expect him to be so silly. He had a µqueer¶ end. and she complained of loneliness: she preferred quarrelling with Joseph in the kitchen to sitting at peace in her solitude. she was forbidden to move out of the garden. and sleeps eternally! What a blank. dreaming now. if you don¶t behave!¶ I said. Catherine. perhaps. and flattered myself we should get on in tolerable comfort. My first interview with her grieved and shocked me: she had altered so much since our separation. And afterwards she furnished me with the sequel of Heathcliff¶s history. It was enough if he were obliged to see her once or twice a day. contented at first. but he would neither open his mouth nor look again. Hareton? And. by degrees. For one thing. and it fretted her sadly to be confined to its narrow bounds as spring drew on. what do you think? He began to teach himself to read once. and dozing. I was forced to quit her frequently. that had formed her amusement at the Grange. is he not.¶ she exclaimed. as if tempted to use it. bearing a reaming silver pint. if I gave you a book.She hastened to fetch it before I could refuse. when the master wanted to have the house to himself! and though in the beginning she either left it at his approach. and dropped it: was he not a fool?¶ µWere not you naughty?¶ I said. µHe¶s just like a dog.¶ She did not stay to retaliate. She seemed pleased at this arrangement. but re-entered in a minute. for another. and I obeyed joyfully. and he was tired of seeing Catherine: I must make the little parlour my sitting-room. whose contents I lauded with becoming earnestness. in following the house. and keep her with me. Mr. eats his food. to get them jocks out o¶ t¶ maister¶s cellar! He fair shaamed to µbide still and see it. The delusion did not last long. and I heard Joseph asking whether µit warn¶t a crying scandal that she should have followers at her time of life? And then. I smuggled over a great number of books.¶ she went on. when I am in the kitchen. Hareton. he only told me he wanted me. and. dreary mind he must have! Do you ever dream. µor a cart-horse? He does his work. I did not mind their skirmishes: but Hareton was often obliged to seek the kitchen also. I was summoned to Wuthering Heights. on another occasion. or quietly joined in my occupations.

or pursued other such stationary employments as I could not well do in the parlour. Heathcliff. and so rough. His gun burst while out on the hills by himself. who steadfastly smoked. and muttered. who grew more and more disinclined to society. and behind the fire. But her ingenuity was at work to remedy the injury: while I ironed. and. µGet off wi¶ ye!¶ he growled. she removed to the hearthstone. to her great disappointment. cried. Hareton.¶ Then she whispered me to watch whether he touched it. the elder happily too deaf to understand her wicked nonsense. instead of snatching at her bait. he would break her neck. one on each side of the fire. with uncompromising gruffness. that I want²that I¶m glad²that I should like you to be my cousin now. Joseph went to Gimmerton fair with some cattle. and they sat like automatons. and I¶m going to bed. and my little mistress was beguiling an idle hour with drawing pictures on the window-panes. µWell. At a notice that I could do with her no longer intercepting my light. Hareton. as he would have called it. a splinter cut his arm. The consequence was that. Earnshaw sat. I bestowed little attention on her proceedings.¶ she said. he became for some days a fixture in the kitchen. µLet me take that pipe. Before he could attempt to recover it. and he lost a good deal of blood before he could reach home. Owing to an accident at the commencement of March. she would bring some pleasant volume and read it aloud to me. in the afternoon. and. . it made her hate her room up-stairs more than ever: and she would compel me to find out business below. morose as usual. Hareton! do you hear?¶ she continued. he flung it off. and departed. When Hareton was there. I saw she was sorry for his persevering sulkiness and indolence: her conscience reproved her for frightening him off improving himself: she had done it effectually. in wet weather he took to smoking with Joseph. and teased me to talk to her. till he made it up again. µHareton. Mr. On Easter Monday. and looked into the grate. at the chimney corner. I heard her begin²µI¶ve found out.¶ she said. that she might accompany me. varying her amusement by smothered bursts of songs. and quick glances of annoyance and impatience in the direction of her cousin. but.She placed one she had been perusing on his hand. but he was as obstinate as a mule. if she did not give over. and ran off into the court or garden the moment I began. But he would not come near it.¶ Hareton returned no answer. and so I informed her in the morning. it was broken. and left the book lying about: that she did repeatedly. presently. and whispered ejaculations. had almost banished Earnshaw from his apartment. she generally paused in an interesting part. µin the table-drawer. On fine evenings the latter followed his shooting expeditions. and Catherine yawned and sighed. I shall put it here. It suited Catherine to have him there: at any rate. perforce. he was condemned to the fireside and tranquillity. if you had not grown so cross to me. I was busy getting up linen in the kitchen. as a last resource. and said she was tired of living: her life was useless. He swore at her and seized another. and. cautiously advancing her hand and abstracting it from his mouth. the younger doing his best to seem to disregard it.

I shook my head reprovingly. and addressed it to µMr. and you shall own me. µyou must listen to me first. and not dislike. she took her former station by the window. and your damned mocking tricks!¶ he answered.µStop. µYou should be friends with your cousin.¶ she desired me to be her ambassadress.¶ µA companion!¶ he cried. by taking your part. µI won¶t: I can¶t tell what to do to make you talk to me. and when he did raise it. Hareton: you are my cousin.¶ µIt is not I who hate you.¶ µI shall have naught to do wi¶ you and your mucky pride. and I can¶t speak while those clouds are floating in my face. and retreated to the window-seat chewing her lip. but now I thank you.¶ she persisted. for. before I look sideways after you again. drying her eyes. and then she blushed and whispered²µWell! what should I have done. now. µand I was miserable and bitter at everybody. by instinct. and more.¶ µYou¶re a damned liar. and does not think me fit to wipe her shoon! Nay. and endeavouring. and he wouldn¶t look: I must show him some way that I like him²that I want to be friends.¶ I interrupted. and say you worried me out of the kitchen!¶ µI didn¶t know you took my part.¶ Whether the kiss convinced Hareton. µwhen she hates me. and beg you to forgive me: what can I do besides?¶ She returned to the hearth. The little rogue thought I had not seen her. Catherine. He blackened and scowled like a thunder-cloud. she stooped and impressed on his cheek a gentle kiss. and having tied it with a bit of ribbon. and²Go on plaguing me. you shall take notice of me. and convey the present to its destined recipient. Hareton. . Side out o¶ t¶ gate. no longer disguising her trouble.¶ she cried. µYou hate me as much as Mr. and you are determined not to understand. then. this minute!¶ Catherine frowned. a hundred times? and that when you sneered at and despised me. to conceal a growing tendency to sob. that his face should not be seen. Mr. quite demurely. by humming an eccentric tune. Catherine employed herself in wrapping a handsome book neatly in white paper. Heathcliff does. µand let me be!¶ µNo. drawing back.¶ µWill you go to the devil!¶ he exclaimed. µsince she repents of her sauciness.¶ began Earnshaw: µwhy have I made him angry.¶ she answered. body and soul. It would do you a great deal of good: it would make you another man to have her for a companion. if it made me a king. Ellen? He wouldn¶t shake hands. and his gaze fixed on the ground. and I¶ll step in yonder. for some minutes. I cannot tell: he was very careful. µI¶ll go to hell. it is you who hate me!¶ wept Cathy. Come. When I call you stupid. and kept his fists resolutely clenched. after remaining an instant undecided. that prompted this dogged conduct. must have divined it was obdurate perversity. and frankly extended her hand. Hareton Earnshaw. he was sadly puzzled where to turn his eyes. and. I¶d not be scorned for seeking her good-will any more. I don¶t mean anything: I don¶t mean that I despise you. ferociously.

¶ I said. He trembled. so I laid it on his knee.¶ I carried it. Hareton. His emotion was only revealed by the immense sighs he drew. lad. µwe must ³side out´ too: I¶ve done my ironing. and her murmured petition. and the enemies were. the produce of the day¶s transactions. I overheard no further distinguishable talk. Catherine leaned her head and arms on the table. perhaps. soa. You can make me so happy by speaking that little word. The work they studied was full of costly pictures. to utter a syllable in reply to her questioning look. either. yah may plase yerseln!¶ Cathy threatened that his library should pay for hers. and confounded at his favourite¶s endurance of her proximity: it affected him too deeply to allow an observation on the subject that night. and. and repeated the message. . I¶ll go upstairs. till she heard the slight rustle of the covering being removed. anxiously watched by my employer. leaning her hand on his shoulder. than ever she had been under that roof before. I returned to my work. µAnd you¶ll be my friend?¶ added Catherine. if he refuse it. and I¶ll bring some more to-morrow. on looking round again. µand it¶ll be mitch if yah find ¶em agean. Catherine. I shall tak¶ into th¶ hahse. µNay. went singing up-stairs: lighter of heart. rising unwillingly.¶ µCome. at first. µTak¶ these in to t¶ maister. except. poor man.¶ µOny books that yah leave. and his face glowed: all his rudeness and all his surly harshness had deserted him: he could not summon courage. during her earliest visits to Linton. you¶ll be ashamed of me every day of your life. µand. and never tease him again. and those and their position had charm enough to keep them unmoved till Joseph came home.¶ He muttered something inaudible.¶ µSo you won¶t be my friend?¶ she said. and overlaid it with dirty bank-notes from his pocket-book. I¶s gang up to my own rahm. µHareton. the more you know me. sworn allies. that I did not doubt the treaty had been ratified on both sides.¶ he said. This hoile¶s neither mensful nor seemly for us: we mun side out and seearch another.µAnd tell him. thenceforth. µand the more ashamed. I¶ll come and teach him to read it right. He did not strike it off.¶ said Joseph. and quietly seated herself beside her cousin. I¶ll leave this book upon the chimney-piece.¶ he answered. as he solemnly spread his large Bible on the table. He. µand bide there. smiling as she passed Hareton. smiling as sweet as honey. Are you ready to go?¶ µIt is not eight o¶clock!¶ she answered. At length he summoned Hareton from his seat. if he¶ll take it. Hareton would not open his fingers. then she stole away. but. do. was perfectly aghast at the spectacle of Catherine seated on the same bench with Hareton Earnshaw. interrogatively. and I cannot bide it.¶ she said. µSay you forgive me. I venture to say. I perceived two such radiant countenances bent over the page of the accepted book. and creeping close up.

I held the mistress¶s post in making tea and carving. Catherine usually sat by me. and was sticking primroses in his plate of porridge. and recommenced her nonsense. Mr. and she grew serious for an instant. She got downstairs before me. Heathcliff. and out into the garden. The minute after. rather puzzled.¶ answered Earnshaw. as heretofore.¶ I exclaimed. Earnshaw being still unable to follow his ordinary employments. Heathcliff¶s heart. Earnshaw was not to be civilized with a wish.¶ she answered. and my young lady was no philosopher. µIt will certainly annoy Mr. Lockwood. and yet she went on teasing. at last. and they were busy planning together an importation of plants from the Grange. The crown of all my wishes will be the union of those two. You see. and no paragon of patience. But now. where she had seen her cousin performing some easy work.¶ We always ate our meals with Mr. I speedily found it would be impracticable to retain my charge beside me. and the other loving and desiring to be esteemed²they contrived in the end to reach it. He dared not speak to her there: he dared hardly look. as his countenance evinced. µNow. though it encountered temporary interruptions. and I presently saw she would have no more discretion in her friendship than she had in her hostility. µThere! That will be all shown to the master. so I was indispensable at table. scrutinizing him with deep gravity. till he was twice on the point of being provoked to laugh. µbut I¶ll tell him I did it. . mind you don¶t talk with and notice your cousin too much. I shall envy no one on their wedding day: there won¶t be a happier woman than myself in England! CHAPTER XXXIII On the morrow of that Monday.The intimacy thus commenced grew rapidly. I¶m glad you did not try.¶ were my whispered instructions as we entered the room. I was terrified at the devastation which had been accomplished in a brief half-hour. she had sidled to him. I wonder you should have no more wit than to go and make that mess at her bidding!¶ µI¶d forgotten they were Joseph¶s. but to-day she stole nearer to Hareton. and when I went to bid them come to breakfast. Afterwards she turned. Hareton uttered a smothered laugh. And what excuse have you to offer for taking such liberties with the garden? We shall have a fine explosion on the head of it: see if we don¶t! Mr. but both their minds tending to the same point²one loving and desiring to esteem. µthe minute it is discovered. Heathcliff. and therefore remaining about the house. Mr. the blackcurrant trees were the apple of Joseph¶s eye. and then she glanced towards the master: whose mind was occupied on other subjects than his company. and she had just fixed her choice of a flower-bed in the midst of them.¶ µI¶m not going to. and he¶ll be mad at you both. Hareton. I frowned. it was easy enough to win Mrs. I saw she had persuaded him to clear a large space of ground from currant and gooseberry bushes.

¶ µIt¶s noan Nelly!¶ answered Joseph. It¶s yon flaysome. idiot!¶ interrupted Heathcliff.¶ replied the young man. µAnd who ordered you to obey her?¶ he added. wi¶ her bold een and her forrard ways²till²Nay! it fair brusts my heart! He¶s forgotten all I¶ve done for him. µIs the fool drunk?¶ asked Mr. and Earnshaw¶s ingratitude and dangerous condition. but I thowt I could do that! But nah. Catherine met it with her accustomed look of nervousness and yet defiance. and they sud hev¶ t¶ kitchen to theirseln. that¶s witched our lad. Thank God! shoo cannot stale t¶ sowl o¶ nob¶dy! Shoo wer niver soa handsome. I thought I had cured you of laughing. and the two young people prudently shifted wider asunder. µI¶m the only person to blame. Heathcliff looked at him a bit. and goan and riven up a whole row o¶ t¶ grandest currant-trees i¶ t¶ garden!¶ and here he lamented outright. and I thowt I¶d lug my books up into t¶ garret.Heathcliff started. and all my bits o¶ stuff. graceless quean. and made on him. so I anticipated no further disturbance during that sitting: when Joseph appeared at the door. Hareton looked at his plate. and an old man doesn¶t sooin get used to new barthens. he began:² µI mun hev¶ my wage.¶ µAnd why have you pulled them up?¶ said the master. and I mun goa! I hed aimed to dee wheare I¶d sarved fur sixty year. for t¶ sake o¶ quietness. and then silently resumed his breakfast and his interrupted musing. µIt is well you are out of my reach. . Mr. which he abhorred. and by th¶ heart.¶ he exclaimed. µWhat fiend possesses you to stare back at me. µcut it short! What¶s your grievance? I¶ll interfere in no quarrels between you and Nelly. We had nearly finished. continually.¶ she cried. shoo¶s taan my garden fro¶ me. I¶d rayther arn my bite an¶ my sup wi¶ a hammer in th¶ road!¶ µNow. µI sudn¶t shift for Nelly²nasty ill nowt as shoo is. much surprised. for while his jaws worked like those of a cow chewing its cud. µHareton. Heathcliff. I cannot stand it! Yah may bend to th¶ yoak an ye will²I noan used to ¶t. He must have seen Cathy and her cousin about the spot before he examined it. Catherine wisely put in her tongue. µbut I¶m going to set ¶em again. is it you he¶s finding fault with?¶ µI¶ve pulled up two or three bushes. revealing by his quivering lip and furious eyes that the outrage committed on his precious shrubs was detected. and rendered his speech difficult to understand. turning to Hareton.¶ µAnd who the devil gave you leave to touch a stick about the place?¶ demanded her father-in-law.¶ muttered Hareton. It wur hard to gie up my awn hearthstun. for I wished him to do it. µWhat do you say?¶ demanded the master. unmanned by a sense of his bitter injuries. and did not repeat the confession. maister. his eye rapidly surveyed our faces. with those infernal eyes? Down with them! and don¶t remind me of your existence again. now. µWe wanted to plant some flowers there. She may thrust you into the coal-hole for anything I care.¶ µIt was me. but what a body mud look at her µbout winking.

eyeing her all the while. µAnd my money. Heathcliff¶s black eyes flashed. Hareton will strike you.¶ said Catherine. any more. µIf you strike me. you go!¶ he said to Earnshaw. As to Hareton Earnshaw. he seemed ready to tear Catherine in pieces. Ellen Dean.The latter was speechless. It was too late: Heathcliff had caught hold of her. insolent slut! You never had any. the remnant of her breakfast. Dean.¶ said Heathcliff. with an expression of mortal hate. and rose up. and keep with her.¶ µWisht! wisht!¶ muttered the young man. reproachfully. and confine your insolence to her ears. µDamnable witch! dare you pretend to rouse him against me? Off with her! Do you hear? Fling her into the kitchen! I¶ll kill her.¶ she said. Then he drew his hand over his eyes.¶ he whispered earnestly. µHe¶ll not obey you. stood a moment to collect himself apparently. Have done.¶ pursued the reckless thing. Nelly. savagely. and meantime biting a piece of crust. µso you may as well sit down. or I shall really murder you some time! Go with Mrs.¶ she continued. his cousin replied²µYou shouldn¶t grudge a few yards of earth for me to ornament. and I was just worked up to risk coming to the rescue. and turning anew to Catherine. wicked man. and begone!¶ µAnd Hareton¶s land. µSilence!¶ he exclaimed. I¶ll strike him to hell. if you let her come into my sight again!¶ Hareton tried.¶ thundered Heathcliff. to persuade her to go. µAccursed witch! this time she has provoked me when I could not bear it. under his breath. returning his angry glare. µI will not hear you speak so to him. µCome. said.¶ µIf Hareton does not turn you out of the room. he shifted his grasp from her head to her arm. when of a sudden his fingers relaxed. µHareton and I are friends now. with assumed calmness²µYou must learn to avoid putting me in a passion.¶ µBut you won¶t let him strike me?¶ she cried. µDrag her away!¶ he cried. all of you! Leave me!¶ . µNow. entreating him not to hurt her that once. if I see him listen to you. and gazed intently in her face. take her. µAre you staying to talk?¶ And he approached to execute his own command. and his money. I¶ll send him seeking his bread where he can get it! Your love will make him an outcast and a beggar. µand he¶ll soon detest you as much as I do. and leave me. and I¶ll make her repent it for ever!¶ He had his hand in her hair. Hareton attempted to release her looks. when you have taken all my land!¶ µYour land. µGet done. then. and I shall tell him all about you!¶ The master seemed confounded a moment: he grew pale.

and went out directly afterwards. You know. because his senses were alert. and confessed to me her sorrow that she had endeavoured to raise a bad spirit between him and Hareton: indeed. . or more harmless sight. Heathcliff had the room to himself till dinner. I was sure. that neither experienced nor evinced the sentiments of sober disenchanted maturity. ate very little. His honest. and I felt so soothed and comforted to watch them. They lifted their eyes together. I reflected. to encounter Mr. intimating that he should not return before evening. and a certain arch of the nostril that makes her appear rather haughty. and I was about to depart also. Heathcliff. and had a full view of the whole three. but. after I had done my work. altered its character. the other would be a source of equal satisfaction. on her offering a revelation of her father-in-law¶s conduct to his father. there was never a pleasanter. I suppose this resemblance disarmed Mr. whether she will or not. and was attached by ties stronger than reason could break²chains. He spoke to none of us. and revealed their faces animated with the eager interest of children. than begin on Mr. as soon as he perceived her vacant seat. he sent me to call her. The present Catherine has no other likeness to her. The red fire-light glowed on their two bonny heads. forged by habit. Well. I don¶t believe she has ever breathed a syllable. I should say. but it quickly subsided as he looked at the young man: or. and Catherine¶s sincere commendations acted as a spur to his industry. the other followed. dusk drew on. and Mr. they both appeared in a measure my children: I had long been proud of one. and his mental faculties wakened to unwonted activity. Heathcliff: he walked to the hearth in evident agitation. by asking how she would like him to speak ill of her father? Then she comprehended that Earnshaw took the master¶s reputation home to himself. When this slight disagreement was over. He took the book from his hand. While I admired and they laboured. I had counselled Catherine to dine up-stairs. against her oppressor since. where I heard Hareton sternly cheek his cousin. and intelligent nature shook off rapidly the clouds of ignorance and degradation in which it had been bred. but he bid me sit still. he would stand by him. and now. but he found means to make her hold her tongue. merely signing Catherine away: her companion lingered very little behind her. they were friends again. and as busy as possible in their several occupations of pupil and teacher. for. for it was there yet. which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen. She showed a good heart. each had so much of novelty to feel and learn. With Hareton the resemblance is carried farther: it is singular at all times. as she used to. in avoiding both complaints and expressions of antipathy concerning Heathcliff. it didn¶t signify. He said he wouldn¶t suffer a word to be uttered in his disparagement: if he were the devil. entering by the front way. though he was twenty-three and she eighteen. and it will be a burning shame to scold them. ere we could raise our heads to glance at him. Catherine was waxing cross at this. I came in to sit with them. The two new friends established themselves in the house during his absence. and added spirit and nobility to their aspect: I could hardly fancy it the same individual I had beheld on the day I discovered my little lady at Wuthering Heights. warm. and glanced at the open page. He came upon us quite unexpectedly. and with it returned the master. after her expedition to the Crags. and he¶d rather she would abuse himself. His brightening mind brightened his features. in the latter¶s hearing. thenceforth. that I did not notice how time got on. then it was particularly striking. Heathcliff: perhaps you have never remarked that their eyes are precisely similar. then returned it without any observation. and they are those of Catherine Earnshaw.I led my young lady out: she was too glad of her escape to resist. except a breadth of forehead.

µIt is a poor conclusion. It is far from being the case: I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction. not a human being. and entertaining odd fancies. with a reluctance to be always alone. which you may suppose the most potent to arrest my imagination. Heathcliff?¶ I said. alarmed at his manner: though he was neither in danger of losing his senses. however. µif I try to describe the thousand forms of past associations and ideas he awakens or embodies. I find the will to lift a slate off either roof has vanished! My old enemies have not beaten me. and train myself to be capable of working like Hercules. but her features are shaped in the flags! In every cloud. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist. his startling likeness to Catherine connected him fearfully with her. as to his reason. and that appearance causes me pain. that it would have been impossible to have accosted him rationally. He moves me differently: and yet if I could do it without seeming insane. µI shall not know that till it comes. and caught by glimpses in every object by day²I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men and women²my own features²mock me with a resemblance. I¶m in its shadow at present. Those two who have left the room are the only objects which retain a distinct material appearance to me. and my mind is so eternally secluded in itself.¶ he answered. He might have had a monomania on the subject of his departed idol. now would be the precise time to revenge myself on their representatives: I could do it. In the first place. have you?¶ I asked.¶ µBut what do you mean by a change. Hareton¶s aspect was the ghost of my immortal love. it is tempting at last to turn it out to another. That. is it not?¶ he observed. and my anguish² µBut it is frenzy to repeat these thoughts to you: only it will let you know why. nor dying. . there is a strange change approaching.¶ µYou have no feeling of illness.¶ he said. my pride. from childhood he had a delight in dwelling on dark things. and when everything is ready and in my power. is actually the least: for what is not connected with her to me? and what does not recall her? I cannot look down to this floor. and I don¶t desire to think. But where is the use? I don¶t care for striking: I can¶t take the trouble to raise my hand! That sounds as if I had been labouring the whole time only to exhibit a fine trait of magnanimity. amounting to agony. µFive minutes ago Hareton seemed a personification of my youth. µI¶m only half conscious of it now. I have not. and. rather an aggravation of the constant torment I suffer: and it partly contributes to render me regardless how he and his cousin go on together. my degradation. µNo. of my wild endeavours to hold my right. and I am too idle to destroy for nothing. making an effort to smile. µNelly. in every tree²filling the air at night. I can give them no attention any more. I felt to him in such a variety of ways. but I earnestly wish she were invisible: her presence invokes only maddening sensations. his society is no benefit. having brooded awhile on the scene he had just witnessed: µan absurd termination to my violent exertions? I get levers and mattocks to demolish the two houses. according to my judgment: he was quite strong and healthy.¶ he added. and that I have lost her! Well. Mr. and none could hinder me. I take so little interest in my daily life that I hardly remember to eat and drink. but on every other point his wits were as sound as mine. Nelly. my happiness. About her I won¶t speak. But you¶ll not talk of what I tell you. I¶d never see him again! You¶ll perhaps think me rather inclined to become so.

µThen you are not afraid of death?¶ I pursued.¶ she added. and informed us that Mr. the grass as green as showers and sun could make it. µAfraid? No!¶ he replied. I have a single wish. µWhat did he say?¶ asked Hareton. and probably shall. which is not associated with one universal idea. who had perfectly recovered from his accident. and so unwaveringly. only fonder of continued solitude. My confessions have not relieved me. returned only half laden. and eating once in twenty-four hours seemed sufficient sustenance for him. but they may account for some otherwise unaccountable phases of humour which I show. choosing rather to absent himself. who had run down near the gate to procure some primrose roots for a border. I had no doubt: he asserted it himself. O God! It is a long fight. but not a soul. I wish it were over!¶ He began to pace the room. as he said Joseph did. Catherine insisted on my bringing a chair and sitting with my work under the fir-trees at the end of the house. remain above ground till there is scarcely a black hair on my head. with a perplexed countenance. Why should I? With my hard constitution and temperate mode of living. and she beguiled Hareton. and perhaps still more laconic in company. We were in April then: the weather was sweet and warm. He had an aversion to yielding so completely to his feelings. that I¶m convinced it will be reached²and soon²because it has devoured my existence: I am swallowed up in the anticipation of its fulfilment. You did not when you saw him. it was his habitual mood. I was comfortably revelling in the spring fragrance around. he was just the same as then. µHe told me to begone as fast as I could.¶ she answered. µI have neither a fear. and my whole being and faculties are yearning to attain it. CHAPTER XXXIV For some days after that evening Mr. One night. Lockwood: and at the period of which I speak. and unperilous occupations. yet he would not consent formally to exclude Hareton and Cathy. and out at the front door. Though he seldom before had revealed this state of mind. µBut he looked so different from his usual look that I stopped a moment to stare at him. nor a presentiment. and the two dwarf apple-trees near the southern wall in full bloom. till I was inclined to believe. I wondered greatly how it would end.¶ . and the beautiful soft blue overhead. which was shifted to that corner by the influence of Joseph¶s complaints. to dig and arrange her little garden. would have conjectured the fact. I did not hear him re-enter. I ought to. when my young lady. after the family were in bed. Heathcliff shunned meeting us at meals. After breakfast. muttering terrible things to himself. µAnd he spoke to me. And yet I cannot continue in this condition! I have to remind myself to breathe²almost to remind my heart to beat! And it is like bending back a stiff spring: it is by compulsion that I do the slightest act not prompted by one thought. nor a hope of death. Heathcliff was coming in. that conscience had turned his heart to an earthly hell. They have yearned towards it so long. I heard him go downstairs. Mr. and in the morning I found he was still away. and by compulsion that I notice anything alive or dead. from his general bearing. even by looks.

µbut he¶s not angry: he seemed rarely pleased indeed. when the room was clear. for to see the master looking glad would not be an every-day spectacle. µNay. µinstead of being in bed: it is not wise. No. µWhy.¶ He took his knife and fork. Nelly. when her cousin returned. µNo. and wild. is he coming?¶ cried Catherine.¶ I set his plate to keep warm on the fender. he was pale. µand I¶m ready to do justice to the food you give me. I noticed he breathed as fast as a cat. µYou must be hungry.¶ I obeyed: and. I¶m not hungry. I daresay you¶ll catch a bad cold or a fever: you have something the matter with you now!¶ µNothing but what I can bear. as if he intended to make amends for previous fasting.¶ he remarked. rambling about all night!¶ I wanted to discover where he had been. and Earnshaw said he¶d go and ask why he would not dine: he thought we had grieved him some way. I felt perplexed: I didn¶t know whether it were not a proper opportunity to offer a bit of admonition. and don¶t annoy me. looked eagerly towards the window. when the inclination appeared to become suddenly extinct. µNight-walking amuses him. averting his head.¶ he replied. and then he bid me be off to you: he wondered how I could want the company of anybody else. We saw him walking to and fro in the garden while we concluded our meal. µYes!¶ I reflected to myself. and after an hour or two he re-entered.µHow?¶ he inquired.¶ he answered. then rose and went out. and received a heaped-up plate from my hands. Heathcliff stood at the open door. µwe shall have a fit of illness. I cannot conceive what he has been doing. affecting a careless manner: in reality as surprised as she was. he had a strange joyful glitter in his eyes. in allusion to my morning¶s speech. almost bright and cheerful. µWill you have some breakfast?¶ I said.¶ I observed. and was going to commence eating. and glad!¶ she replied. but I did not like to ask directly. and he trembled: yet. then. only I made him impatient by speaking to him twice. I framed an excuse to go in. almost nothing²very much excited. µI¶ve neither cold nor fever. at any rate this moist season. in passing. provided you¶ll leave me alone: get in. in no degree calmer: the same unnatural²it was unnatural²appearance of joy under .¶ That noon he sat down to dinner with us. and speaking rather contemptuously. and anxious to ascertain the truth of her statement.¶ he answered. that altered the aspect of his whole face. certainly. as if he guessed I was trying to divine the occasion of his good humour. µI don¶t think it right to wander out of doors. µand with the greatest pleasure. µWell. He laid them on the table.¶ I remarked.

Heathcliff? Where were you last night? I¶m not putting the question through idle curiosity. and it left me in darkness. and bring another. µYes.¶ µIs there some new reason for this banishment?¶ I inquired.¶ Having swept the hearth and wiped the table. one after another. µTell me why you are so queer. and said to Joseph²µThe master wishes you to take him a light and rekindle the fire.¶ µYour dinner is here. and no one intruded on his solitude. And. Last night I was on the threshold of hell. Heathcliff. and. I deemed it proper. or who should? And I exclaimed²µHave you heard any good news.¶ I hurried out in a foolish state of dread. The fire had smouldered to ashes. but as a tight-stretched cord vibrates²a strong thrilling. close it. not as one shivers with chill or weakness. µYet I¶ll answer it. Mr. that is pure awkwardness! Why did you hold the candle horizontally? Be quick. till. and. I cannot express what a terrible start I got by the momentary view! Those deep black eyes! That smile. Lockwood. He did not quit the house again that afternoon.¶ µWhere should good news come from to me?¶ he said. I let the candle bend towards the wall. mild air of the cloudy evening. He was leaning against the ledge of an open lattice. in his familiar voice. I departed.¶ he replied. and ghastly paleness! It appeared to me. Mr. with the supper-tray in his other hand. rather than trembling. but²¶ µYou are putting the question through very idle curiosity. Nelly.¶ For I dared not go in myself again just then. to carry a candle and his supper to him. though unsummoned. µI¶m animated with hunger.his black brows.¶ I returned. µMust I close this?¶ I asked. I must not eat. Joseph rattled some fire into the shovel. and so still. till I came to his. but a goblin. and he wanted .¶ he interrupted. with a laugh. his frame shivering. but its ripples and its gurgling over the pebbles. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me! And now you¶d better go! You¶ll neither see nor hear anything to frighten you. for he would not stir. I thought. To-day. at eight o¶clock. in order to rouse him. and went: but he brought it back immediately. and his teeth visible. or through the large stones which it could not cover. let me beg you to warn Hareton and the other away from me. I will ask what is the matter. Oh. but not looking out: his face was turned to the interior gloom. Heathcliff was going to bed. I uttered an ejaculation of discontent at seeing the dismal grate. The light flashed on his features as I spoke. Heathcliff? You look uncommonly animated. once for all. in a kind of smile. that not only the murmur of the beck down Gimmerton was distinguishable. seemingly. and commenced shutting the casements. explaining that Mr. µwhy won¶t you get it?¶ µI don¶t want it now. Mr. hastily: µI¶ll wait till supper.¶ he muttered. if you refrain from prying. now and then. in my terror. I wish to be troubled by nobody: I wish to have this place to myself. µThere. the room was filled with the damp. more perplexed than ever. I am within sight of my heaven. the same bloodless hue. not Mr.

but he spoke rapidly.¶ Still. µBut where did he come from.¶ I prepared breakfast for the household. for he lay late. as was my usual custom. as if I was not quite sure.¶ he replied. and the date of his death. only that. under the trees. harboured by a good man to his bane?¶ muttered Superstition. µof course we are. I found Mr. with grim variations. There were none. µHe has stayed at home. he did not proceed to his ordinary chamber. he gave clear. and watched him grow to youth. we were obliged to content ourselves with the single word. pushing some bread against his hand. for God¶s sake. and tell me. for God¶s sake. surveying one particular portion.¶ He didn¶t notice me. µIs he a ghoul or a vampire?¶ I mused. and. as soon as I could see. even more exaggerated.nothing to eat till morning. and yet he smiled. as I supposed. Dawn restored me to common sense. µCome now.¶ I thought. and. We heard him mount the stairs directly. I involuntarily obeyed him. stare as if you saw an unearthly vision. and I set a little table to accommodate them. and leant forward to gaze more at his ease. as I mentioned before. µdon¶t. you¶ll read. on his headstone. Heathcliff below.¶ µDon¶t. with glittering. the little dark thing. and turned his head continually aside. to ascertain if there were any footmarks under his window. and looked at the opposite wall. as I dozed into unconsciousness. µHeathcliff. When Joseph quitted the room he took his seat in the place he generally chose. µMr. and we could not tell his age. And then I set myself to reflect how I had tended him in infancy. at last. If you enter the kirkyard. is wide enough for anybody to get through. . minute directions concerning the matter discussed. up and down. as he had no surname.¶ That came true: we were. I¶d rather have seen him gnash his teeth than smile so. µTurn round. half dreaming. I rose. and with such eager interest that he stopped breathing during half a minute together. while it is hot: it has been waiting near an hour. With a sweep of his hand he cleared a vacant space in front among the breakfast things. and it struck me that he plotted another midnight excursion. of which he had rather we had no suspicion. and what absurd nonsense it was to yield to that sense of horror. repeating my waking meditations. and followed him almost through his whole course. and had the same excited expression. all I can remember is. On my re-entrance. µeat and drink that. shout so loud. They preferred taking it out of doors. being exceedingly vexed at having the task of dictating an inscription for his monument. are we by ourselves?¶ µOf course. I tracked his existence over again. but told Hareton and Catherine to get theirs ere the master came down. And I began. to weary myself with imagining some fit parentage for him. I had read of such hideous incarnate demons. He drew it nearer.¶ I exclaimed. but turned into that with the panelled bed: its window. and went into the garden. and I put a basin of coffee before him. µand he¶ll be all right to-day. Heathcliff! master!¶ I cried. and consulting the sexton about it.¶ was my answer. He and Joseph were conversing about some farming business. picturing his death and funeral: of which. restless eyes. and then rested his arms on the table.

stirred it. meantime. finally. resembling a groan. I could not sleep. Do take some food. I sat. I vainly reminded him of his protracted abstinence from food: if he stirred to touch anything in compliance with my entreaties. He muttered detached words also. µYou want a candle to take up-stairs: you might have lit one at this fire.¶ I replied. It was too irksome to lie there. till he grew irritable. and disappeared through the gate. Heathcliff.¶ µI must blow the coals red first. coupled with some wild term of endearment or suffering. µI wish to make some legal inquiries of him while I can bestow a thought on those matters. dressed and descended. but I desired to divert him from his reverie. and do anything there is to do about the room. before I can carry any. and got up. restlessly measuring the floor. however. either: his eyes pursued it with unwearied diligence. even in speaking to me. harassing my brain with a hundred idle misgivings. and. µCome in. and kindle me a fire. and some . and tossed about. It drew him forth sooner than I expected. and. yet raptured.¶ µNo.¶ he said. and he frequently broke the silence by a deep inspiration. I had not courage to walk straight into the apartment. and while I can act calmly. and said² µNelly.Now. He opened the door immediately. He roamed to and fro. were never weaned away. Heathcliff¶s step. I distinguished Mr. his heavy sighs succeeding each other so thick as to leave no space for common breathing between. Mr. and how to leave my property I cannot determine. for when I regarded him alone. both pleasure and pain in exquisite extremes: at least the anguished. instead of going to bed. slowly sauntered down the garden path. the only one I could catch was the name of Catherine. apparently. it seemed exactly that he gazed at something within two yards¶ distance. come here²is it morning? Come in with your light. a model of patience. He returned after midnight.¶ he said. at present. forgetful of their aim.¶ µIt is striking four. shut himself into the room beneath. I did not retire to rest till late. trying to attract his absorbed attention from its engrossing speculation. and spoken as one would speak to a person present. I have not written my will yet. asking why I would not allow him to have his own time in taking his meals? and saying that on the next occasion I needn¶t wait: I might set the things down and go. And whatever it was. his fingers clenched before they reached it. low and earnest. I listened. µLet your will be a while: you¶ll be spared to repent of your many injustices yet! I never expected that your nerves would be disordered: they are. and. and almost entirely through your own fault. Having uttered these words he left the house. I wish I could annihilate it from the face of the earth. marvellously so. getting a chair and the bellows. I don¶t wish to go up-stairs. and when I did.¶ I answered. and wrung from the depth of his soul. it communicated. and began to scrape the cinders. in a state approaching distraction.¶ I interposed. The fancied object was not fixed. The way you¶ve passed these three last days might knock up a Titan. and therefore fell foul of the kitchen fire. if he stretched his hand out to get a piece of bread. The hours crept anxiously by: another evening came. and remained on the table. I perceived he was not looking at the wall. µWhen day breaks I¶ll send for Green. expression of his countenance suggested that idea.¶ µI would not talk so.

but does not satisfy itself.¶ µAnd supposing you persevered in your obstinate fast. But in the afternoon. unless a change takes place before you die?¶ µI¶m rather obliged than angry.¶ Then turning to Catherine. You and Hareton may. Mr.²µWill you come. with his dismal laugh: µsomething too horrible to live under a decent roof. Well. µthat from the time you were thirteen years old you have lived a selfish. My soul¶s bliss kills my body. if you please. Could it be hurtful to send for some one²some minister of any denomination. No! to you I¶ve made myself worse than the devil. and they refused to bury you in the precincts of the kirk?¶ I said. damn it! It¶s unutterably too much for flesh and blood to bear²even mine. and if you neglect it you shall prove. and yet I¶m not happy enough. I¶m too happy. It is to be carried to the churchyard in the evening. and. shocked at his godless indifference. as soon as I possibly can. never mind Mr. to notice that the sexton obeys my directions concerning the two coffins! No minister need come.¶ he replied: µif they did. that the dead are not annihilated!¶ As soon as he heard the other members of the family stirring he retired to his den. unchristian life. Your cheeks are hollow. chuck? I¶ll not hurt you. he added. You must have forgotten the contents of the book. with a wild look. while Joseph and Hareton were at their work. µfor you remind me of the manner in which I desire to be buried. Well.¶ he replied. practically.¶ µHappy. But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water rest within arms¶ length of the shore! I must reach it first. master?¶ I cried. and your eyes blood-shot.¶ µWhat is that?¶ he asked. accompany me: and mind. like a person starving with hunger and going blind with loss of sleep.²I tell you I have nearly attained my heaven.¶ he said. You need only look at yourself in a glass to see how you require both. bid me come and sit in the house: he wanted somebody with him. I declined. µHow would you like it?¶ µThey won¶t do that. µI assure you it is through no settled designs. and show you how very far you have erred from its precepts. particularly. there is one who won¶t shrink from my company! By God! she¶s relentless.¶ I said. and how unfit you will be for its heaven. half sneeringly. and who drew behind me at his approach.¶ he said. Nelly. and then I¶ll rest. µStrange happiness! If you would hear me without being angry. I might offer some advice that would make you happier. Oh.¶ µIt is not my fault that I cannot eat or rest.repose. he came into the kitchen again. who was there. and I repent of nothing. and I had neither the nerve nor the will to be his companion alone. I¶ll do both. and you may not have space to search it now. µGive it. Heathcliff. nor need anything be said over me. µI believe you think me a fiend. Green: as to repenting of my injustices. I¶ve done no injustice.¶ µYou are aware. and probably hardly had a Bible in your hands during all that period. telling him plainly that his strange talk and manner frightened me. and that of others is altogether unvalued and uncovered by me. and I breathed freer.¶ . you must have me removed secretly. it does not matter which²to explain it. and died by that means.

¶ Having succeeded in obtaining entrance with another key. and six men to carry the coffin. µTh¶ divil¶s harried off his soul. the most wronged. comprehended the whole attendance. At dusk he went into his chamber. and then. girning at death!¶ and the old sinner grinned in mockery. Kenneth. µand he may hev¶ his carcass into t¶ bargin. Earnshaw and I. weeping in bitter earnest. though it be tough as tempered steel. as I took my morning walk round the house. no blood trickled from the broken skin. and Heathcliff bid us be damned. and bemoaned him with that strong grief which springs naturally from a generous heart. The six men departed when they had let it down into the grave: we stayed to see it covered. and returned thanks that the lawful master and the ancient stock were restored to their rights. he fell on his knees. But the country folks. for aught I care! Ech! what a wicked ¶un he looks. I combed his black long hair from his forehead. and he should go in and see him. so the doctor went away. for the chamber was vacant. I felt stunned by the awful event. He cannot be in bed. I thought he intended to cut a caper round the bed. and raised his hands. He must either be up or out. But I¶ll make no more ado. I could not think him dead: but his face and throat were washed with rain. and then he seemed to smile. and far into the morning. I peeped in. flapping to and fro. Mr. he did not abstain on purpose: it was the consequence of his strange illness. with a streaming face. I am persuaded. I observed the master¶s window swinging open. We buried him. He was better. was the only one who really suffered much. I cried out for Joseph. Kenneth was perplexed to pronounce of what disorder the master died. and I requested admittance and tried to open the door. if you ask them. His eyes met mine so keen and fierce. and his parted lips and sharp white teeth sneered too! Taken with another fit of cowardice.He solicited the society of no one more. and he was perfectly still. Through the whole night. and would be left alone. and. I tried to close his eyes: to extinguish. we heard him groaning and murmuring to himself. I thought: those showers would drench him through. He sat by the corpse all night. that frightful. to the scandal of the whole neighbourhood. the bed-clothes dripped. not the cause. would swear on the Bible that he walks: there are those who . but suddenly composing himself. and laid them over the brown mould himself: at present it is as smooth and verdant as its companion mounds²and I hope its tenant sleeps as soundly. but resolutely refused to meddle with him. They would not shut: they seemed to sneer at my attempts. I¶ll go boldly and look. I concealed the fact of his having swallowed nothing for four days. and kissed the sarcastic. The lattice. Joseph shuffled up and made a noise. and my memory unavoidably recurred to former times with a sort of oppressive sadness. Hareton. I started. fearing it might lead to trouble. The following evening was very wet: indeed. life-like gaze of exultation before any one else beheld it. as he wished. the sexton. I found it locked. but I bid him fetch Mr.¶ he cried. if possible. When he came. Heathcliff was there²laid on his back. Hareton was anxious to enter. dug green sods. quickly pushing them aside. I could doubt no more: he was dead and stark! I hasped the window. He pressed its hand. and the rain driving straight in. But poor Hareton. had grazed one hand that rested on the sill. it poured down till day-dawn. savage face that every one else shrank from contemplating. Mr. and when I put my fingers to it. I ran to unclose the panels.

beyond the right line of the roof.¶ µFor the use of such ghosts as choose to inhabit it?¶ I observed.¶ As they stepped on to the door-stones. and so should have confirmed Joseph in his opinion of his fellow-servant¶s gay indiscretions. When beneath its walls. a lad to keep him company. just at the turn of the Heights. Mr. I don¶t like being out in the dark now. to be gradually worked off in coming autumn storms. I vanished through the kitchen as they opened the house-door. as he traversed the moors alone. and so say I. He probably raised the phantoms from thinking. µThey are going to the Grange. my little man?¶ I asked. and. They will live in the kitchen. but neither the sheep nor he would go on so I bid him take the road lower down. I was going to the Grange one evening²a dark evening. µun¶ I darnut pass ¶em. at each other by her light²I felt irresistibly impelled to escape them again. they would brave Satan and all his legions. Joseph will take care of the house. . and disregarding her expostulations at my rudeness. Yet that old man by the kitchen fire affirms he has seen two on ¶em looking out of his chamber window on every rainy night since his death:²and an odd thing happened to me about a month ago. he was crying terribly. Lockwood. My walk home was lengthened by a diversion in the direction of the kirk.¶ At that moment the garden gate swung to.¶ µAnd who will live here then?¶ µWhy.¶ said Nelly.¶ I saw nothing. Yet. µTogether.¶ I grumbled. µYes. and on the moor. shaking her head. and. I perceived decay had made progress. then?¶ I said. and would not be guided.¶ answered Mrs. threatening thunder²and. you¶ll say.speak to having met him near the church. I encountered a little boy with a sheep and two lambs before him. Dean. even in seven months: many a window showed black gaps deprived of glass. more correctly. Dean. pressing a remembrance into the hand of Mrs. I shall be glad when they leave it. Idle tales. on the nonsense he had heard his parents and companions repeat. under t¶ nab. µThey are afraid of nothing. and shift to the Grange. perhaps. and the rest will be shut up. watching their approach through the window. and I don¶t like being left by myself in this grim house: I cannot help it. µWhat is the matter. µI believe the dead are at peace: but it is not right to speak of them with levity. µThere¶s Heathcliff and a woman yonder. had he not fortunately recognised me for a respectable character by the sweet ring of a sovereign at his feet. and even within this house. and halted to take a last look at the moon²or. and I supposed the lambs were skittish. and slates jutted off here and there. still. and that will be on New Year¶s Day.¶ he blubbered. µas soon as they are married. the ramblers were returning. µNo.

Heathcliff¶s still bare. under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells. ***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WUTHERING HEIGHTS*** . Edgar Linton¶s only harmonized by the turf and moss creeping up its foot. and half buried in the heath. I lingered round them. and soon discovered.I sought. the three headstones on the slope next the moor: on middle one grey. and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth. listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass.

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