About _her_ I won't speak; and I don't desire to think; but I earnestly wish she were invisible: her presence invokes only maddening sensations.

About her I won't speak; but I earnestly wish she were invisible: her presence is maddening.


_He_ moves me differently: and yet if I could do it without seeming insane, I'd never see him again!

He moves me differently: and yet if I could, I'd never see him again!


You'll perhaps think me rather inclined to become so," he added, making an effort to smile, "if I try to describe the thousand forms of past associations and ideas he awakens or embodies.

You'll perhaps think me insane,' he added, making an effort to smile, 'if I try to describe the thousand ideas of the past he awakens.


But you'll not talk of what I tell you; and my mind is so eternally secluded in itself, it is tempting at last to turn it out to another.


"Five minutes ago Hareton seemed a personification of my youth, not a human being; I felt to him in such a variety of ways, that it would have been impossible to have accosted him rationally.

'Five minutes ago Hareton seemed a personification of my youth, not a human being.


In the first place, his startling likeness to Catherine connected him fearfully with her.

His startling likeness to Catherine connected him fearfully with her.


That, however, which you may suppose the most potent to arrest my imagination, is actually the least: for what is not connected with her to me?

But then, what does not connect her to me?


I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped in the flags!

I cannot look down to this floor without seeing her features in the flagstones!


In every cloud, in every tree-filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object by day-I am surrounded with her image!

In every cloud, in every tree - filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object by day - I am surrounded with her image!


The most ordinary faces of men and women-my own features-mock me with a resemblance.

The most ordinary faces mock me with a resemblance.


The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!


Well, Hareton's aspect was the ghost of my immortal love; of my wild endeavours to hold my right; my degradation, my pride, my happiness, and my anguish-

Well, Hareton's aspect was the ghost of my immortal love; of my degradation, my pride, my happiness, and my anguish-


"But it is frenzy to repeat these thoughts to you: only it will let you know why, with a reluctance to be always alone, his society is no benefit; 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.

'But it is frenzy to repeat these thoughts to you: only it will explain why his society is a torment to me. I do not care how he and his cousin go on together.


"But what do you mean by a _change_, Mr. Heathcliff?"

'But what do you mean by a change, Mr. Heathcliff?'


I said, alarmed at his manner: though he was neither in danger of losing his senses, nor dying, according to my judgment: he was quite strong and healthy; and, as to his reason, from childhood he had a delight in dwelling on dark things, and entertaining odd fancies.

I said, alarmed at his manner, although I did not think he was in danger of losing his senses, nor of dying. He was quite strong and healthy; and, as to his reason, from childhood he had a delight in dwelling on dark things.


He might have had a monomania on the subject of his departed idol; but on every other point his wits were as sound as mine.

He might have been obsessed with the dead Catherine; but on every other point his wits were as sound as mine.


"I shall not know that till it comes," he said; "I'm only half conscious of it now."

'I shall not know that till it comes,' he said; 'I'm only half conscious of it now.'


"You have no feeling of illness, have you?"


"I have neither a fear, nor a presentiment, nor a hope of death.


With my hard constitution and temperate mode of living, and unperilous occupations, I ought to, and probably _shall_, remain above ground till there is scarcely a black hair on my head.

With my hard constitution, I ought to remain above ground till there is scarcely a black hair on my head.


And yet I cannot continue in this condition!


I have to remind myself to breathe-almost to remind my heart to beat!

I have to remind myself to breathe - almost 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; and by compulsion that I notice anything alive or dead, which is not associated with one universal idea.

It is by compulsion that I do the slightest act, or notice anything alive or dead, which is not associated with one universal idea.


I have a single wish, and my whole being and faculties are yearning to attain it.

I have a single wish, and my whole being yearns to attain it.


They have yearned towards it so long, and so unwaveringly, that I'm convinced it will be reached-and soon-because it has devoured my existence: I am swallowed up in the anticipation of its fulfilment.

I have yearned towards it so long, and so unwaveringly, that I'm convinced it will be reached - and soon - because it has devoured my existence: I am swallowed up in the anticipation of its fulfilment.


My confessions have not relieved me; but they may account for some otherwise unaccountable phases of humour which I show.


It is a long fight; I wish it were over!"

It is a long fight; I wish it were over!'


He began to pace the room, muttering terrible things to himself, till I was inclined to believe, as he said Joseph did, that conscience had turned his heart to an earthly hell.

He began to pace the room, muttering terrible things, till I was inclined to believe, as Joseph did, that conscience had turned his heart to an earthly hell.


Though he seldom before had revealed this state of mind, even by looks, it was his habitual mood, I had no doubt: he asserted it himself; but not a soul, from his general bearing, would have conjectured the fact.

Though he seldom before had revealed this state of mind, it was his habitual mood, I had no doubt; but nobody would have guessed it.


You did not when you saw him, Mr. Lockwood: and at the period of which I speak, he was just the same as then; only fonder of continued solitude, and perhaps still more laconic in company.

You did not guess it when you saw him, Mr. Lockwood: for he appeared as usual, but more solitary and silent.


The twelve years, continued Mrs. Dean, following that dismal period were the happiest of my life: my greatest troubles in their passage rose from our little lady's trifling illnesses, which she had to experience in common with all children, rich and poor.

The twelve years following that dismal period, continued Mrs. Dean, were the happiest of my life: my greatest troubles were our little lady's minor illnesses.


For the rest, after the first six months, she grew like a larch, and could walk and talk too, in her own way, before the heath blossomed a second time over Mrs. Linton's dust.

After the first six months, she grew like a larch, and could walk and talk before the heath blossomed a second time over Mrs. Linton's dust.


She was the most winning thing that ever brought sunshine into a desolate house: a real beauty in face, with the Earnshaws' handsome dark eyes, but the Lintons' fair skin and small features, and yellow curling hair.

She was the most winning thing that ever brought sunshine into a desolate house: a real beauty, with the Earnshaws' handsome dark eyes, but the Lintons' fair skin and yellow curling hair.


Her spirit was high, though not rough, and qualified by a heart sensitive and lively to excess in its affections.

Her spirit was high, and her heart was sensitive and lively.


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, and she had a gentle voice and pensive expression: her anger was never furious; her love never fierce: it was deep and tender.

That capacity for intense attachments reminded me of her mother: yet she did not resemble her: for she could be soft and mild as a dove, and she had a gentle voice. Her anger was never furious; her love never fierce: it was deep and tender.


However, it must be acknowledged, she had faults to foil her gifts. A propensity to be saucy was one; and a perverse will, that indulged children invariably acquire, whether they be good tempered or cross.

However, she was also saucy, like all indulged children.


If a servant chanced to vex her, it was always-"I shall tell papa!"

If a servant vexed her, it was always - 'I shall tell papa!'


And if he reproved her, even by a look, you would have thought it a heart-breaking business: I don't believe he ever did speak a harsh word to her.

And if her father reproved her, even by a look, you would have thought her heart-broken: I don't believe he ever spoke a harsh word to her.


He took her education entirely on himself, and made it an amusement. Fortunately, curiosity and a quick intellect made her an apt scholar: she learned rapidly and eagerly, and did honour to his teaching.

He taught her himself, and she learned rapidly and eagerly.


Till she reached the age of thirteen she had not once been beyond the range of the park by herself.

Till she reached the age of thirteen she had not once been beyond Thrushcross Park by herself.


Mr. Linton would take her with him a mile or so outside, on rare occasions; but he trusted her to no one else.


Gimmerton was an unsubstantial name in her ears; the chapel, the only building she had approached or entered, except her own home.

The chapel was the only building she had entered other than her own home.


Wuthering Heights and Mr. Heathcliff did not exist for her: she was a perfect recluse; and, apparently, perfectly contented.

She knew nothing of Wuthering Heights and Mr. Heathcliff; and was, apparently, perfectly contented.


Sometimes, indeed, while surveying the country from her nursery window, she would observe-

Sometimes, indeed, while surveying the country from her window, she would ask:


"Ellen, how long will it be before I can walk to the top of those hills?

'Ellen, how long will it be before I can walk to the top of those hills?


I wonder what lies on the other side-is it the sea?"

I wonder what lies on the other side - is it the sea?'


"No, Miss Cathy," I would answer; "it is hills again, just like these."

'No, Miss Cathy,' I would answer; 'it is hills again, just like these.'


"And what are those golden rocks like when you stand under them?"

'And what are those golden rocks like when you stand under them?'


The abrupt descent of Penistone Crags particularly attracted her notice; especially when the setting sun shone on it and the topmost heights, and the whole extent of landscape besides lay in shadow.

Penistone Crags particularly attracted her notice; especially when the setting sun shone on their heights.


I explained that they were bare masses of stone, with hardly enough earth in their clefts to nourish a stunted tree.


"And why are they bright so long after it is evening here?"

'And why are they bright so long after it is evening here?'


"Because they are a great deal higher up than we are," replied I; "you could not climb them, they are too high and steep.

'Because they are a great deal higher up than we are,' replied I; 'you could not climb them, they are too high and steep.


In winter the frost is always there before it comes to us; and deep into summer I have found snow under that black hollow on the north-east side!"

In winter the frost is always there before it comes to us; and deep into summer I have found snow under their north-east side!'


"Papa would tell you, Miss," I answered, hastily, "that they are not worth the trouble of visiting.

'Papa would tell you, Miss,' I answered, hastily, 'that they are not worth the trouble of visiting.


The moors, where you ramble with him, are much nicer; and Thrushcross Park is the finest place in the world."

The moors, where you ramble with him, are much nicer; and Thrushcross Park is the finest place in the world.'


"But I know the park, and I don't know those," she murmured to herself.

'But I know the park, and I don't know those,' she murmured.


"And I should delight to look round me from the brow of that tallest point: my little pony Minny shall take me some time."

'And I should like to look round me from that tallest point: my pony Minny shall take me some time.'


One of the maids mentioning the Fairy Cave, quite turned her head with a desire to fulfil this project: she teased Mr. Linton about it; and he promised she should have the journey when she got older.


But Miss Catherine measured her age by months, and, "Now, am I old enough to go to Penistone Crags?"

'Now, am I old enough to go to Penistone Crags?'


The road thither wound close by Wuthering Heights. Edgar had not the heart to pass it; so she received as constantly the answer, "Not yet, love: not yet."

The road there wound close by Wuthering Heights; and Edgar always answered, 'Not yet, love: not yet.'


I said Mrs. Heathcliff lived above a dozen years after quitting her husband.

I said Mrs. Heathcliff lived over a dozen years after leaving her husband.


Her family were of a delicate constitution: she and Edgar both lacked the ruddy health that you will generally meet in these parts. What her last illness was, I am not certain: I conjecture, they died of the same thing, a kind of fever, slow at its commencement, but incurable, and rapidly consuming life towards the close. She wrote to inform her brother of the probable conclusion of a four-months' indisposition under which she had suffered, and entreated him to come to her, if possible; for she had much to settle, and she wished to bid him adieu, and deliver Linton safely into his hands.

She and Edgar were both delicate; what her last illness was, I am not certain, but she wrote to inform her brother that she was probably dying, and begged him to come to her. She wished to bid him adieu, and deliver her son Linton safely into his hands.


Her hope was that Linton might be left with him, as he had been with her: his father, she would fain convince herself, had no desire to assume the burden of his maintenance or education.


My master hesitated not a moment in complying with her request: reluctant as he was to leave home at ordinary calls, he flew to answer this; commanding Catherine to my peculiar vigilance, in his absence, with reiterated orders that she must not wander out of the park, even under my escort: he did not calculate on her going unaccompanied.

My master did not hesitate: reluctant as he usually was to leave home, he flew to her; telling me that in his absence, I must ensure that Catherine did not wander out of the park.


The first day or two my charge sat in a corner of the library, too sad for either reading or playing: in that quiet state she caused me little trouble; but it was succeeded by an interval of impatient, fretful weariness; and being too busy, and too old then, to run up and down amusing her, I hit on a method by which she might entertain herself. I used to send her on her travels round the grounds-now on foot, and now on a pony; indulging her with a patient audience of all her real and imaginary adventures when she returned.

The first day or two Catherine sat in the library, too sad for either reading or playing: her quiet state caused me little trouble; but it was followed by fretful weariness; and to amuse her, I sent her on her travels round the grounds - on foot, or on a pony; listening to her real and imaginary adventures when she returned.


The summer shone in full prime; and she took such a taste for this solitary rambling that she often contrived to remain out from breakfast till tea; and then the evenings were spent in recounting her fanciful tales.

The summer shone; and she took such a taste for this solitary rambling that she often stayed out till tea; and then spent the evenings recounting her fanciful tales.


I did not fear her breaking bounds; because the gates were generally locked, and I thought she would scarcely venture forth alone, if they had stood wide open.

I did not fear her leaving the park, because the gates were generally locked, and I thought she would scarcely venture out alone, even if they had stood wide open.


Unluckily, my confidence proved misplaced.


Catherine came to me, one morning, at eight o'clock, and said she was that day an Arabian merchant, going to cross the Desert with his caravan; and I must give her plenty of provision for herself and beasts: a horse, and three camels, personated by a large hound and a couple of pointers.

Catherine came to me one morning, and said she was an Arabian merchant, going to cross the Desert with his caravan; and I must give her plenty of food for herself, a horse, and three camels, impersonated by a large hound and a couple of pointer dogs.


I got together good store of dainties, and slung them in a basket on one side of the saddle; and she sprang up as gay as a fairy, sheltered by her wide-brimmed hat and gauze veil from the July sun, and trotted off with a merry laugh, mocking my cautious counsel to avoid galloping, and come back early.

I put some dainties in a basket beside her saddle; and she sprang up gaily, and trotted off with a merry laugh, mocking my advice to avoid galloping.


The naughty thing never made her appearance at tea.

The naughty thing never appeared at tea.


One traveller, the hound, being an old dog and fond of its ease, returned; but neither Cathy, nor the pony, nor the two pointers were visible in any direction: I despatched emissaries down this path, and that path, and at last went wandering in search of her myself.

The hound, being an old dog and fond of its ease, returned; but neither Cathy, nor the pony, nor the two pointers were visible in any direction: so I sent servants down this path and that, and went wandering in search of her myself.


There was a labourer working at a fence round a plantation, on the borders of the grounds. I inquired of him if he had seen our young lady.

There was a labourer working on the borders of the grounds, and I asked him if he had seen our young lady.


"I saw her at morn," he replied: "she would have me to cut her a hazel switch, and then she leapt her Galloway over the hedge yonder, where it is lowest, and galloped out of sight."

'I saw her this morning,' he replied: 'she leapt her pony over the hedge yonder, and galloped out of sight.'


You may guess how I felt at hearing this news.


It struck me directly she must have started for Penistone Crags.


I ejaculated, pushing through a gap which the man was repairing, and making straight to the high-road.

I exclaimed, making straight for the high-road.


I walked as if for a wager, mile after mile, till a turn brought me in view of the Heights; but no Catherine could I detect, far or near.

I walked swiftly, mile after mile, till a turn brought me in view of Wuthering Heights; but no Catherine could I see.


The Crags lie about a mile and a half beyond Mr. Heathcliff's place, and that is four from the Grange, so I began to fear night would fall ere I could reach them.

The Crags lie about four miles from the Grange, and I began to fear night would fall before I could reach them.


"And what if she should have slipped in clambering among them," I reflected, "and been killed, or broken some of her bones?"

'What if she has slipped in clambering among them,' I reflected, 'and been killed, or broken some bones?'


My suspense was truly painful; and, at first, it gave me delightful relief to observe, in hurrying by the farmhouse, Charlie, the fiercest of the pointers, lying under a window, with swelled head and bleeding ear.

My suspense was painful; and in hurrying past the Heights it gave me great relief to see Charlie, the fiercest of the pointers, lying under a window, with a bleeding ear.


I opened the wicket and ran to the door, knocking vehemently for admittance.


A woman whom I knew, and who formerly lived at Gimmerton, answered: she had been servant there since the death of Mr. Earnshaw.

A woman whom I knew answered: she had been servant there since the death of Mr. Earnshaw.


"Ah," said she, "you are come a-seeking your little mistress!

'Ah,' said she, 'you are come a-seeking your little mistress!


She's here safe: but I'm glad it isn't the master."

She's here safe: but I'm glad you're not the master.'


I panted, quite breathless with quick walking and alarm.


"No, no," she replied: "both he and Joseph are off, and I think they won't return this hour or more.

'No,' she replied: 'both he and Joseph are out, and they won't return this hour or more.


I entered, and beheld my stray lamb seated on the hearth, rocking herself in a little chair that had been her mother's when a child.


Her hat was hung against the wall, and she seemed perfectly at home, laughing and chattering, in the best spirits imaginable, to Hareton-now a great, strong lad of eighteen-who 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.

She seemed perfectly at home, laughing and chattering to Hareton - now a great, strong lad of eighteen - who stared at her with curiosity and astonishment: comprehending little of the stream of remarks and questions which she poured forth.


I exclaimed, concealing my joy under an angry countenance.

I exclaimed, concealing my joy with an angry face.


"This is your last ride, till papa comes back.

'This is your last ride, till papa comes back.


I'll not trust you over the threshold again, you naughty, naughty girl!"

I'll not trust you again, you naughty, naughty girl!'


she cried, gaily, jumping up and running to my side.

she cried gaily, jumping up and running to my side.


"I shall have a pretty story to tell to-night; and so you've found me out.

'I shall have a pretty story to tell tonight.


Have you ever been here in your life before?"


"Put that hat on, and home at once," said I.

'Put that hat on, and come home at once,' said I.


"I'm dreadfully grieved at you, Miss Cathy: you've done extremely wrong!

'I'm dreadfully grieved at you, Miss Cathy: you've done extremely wrong!


It's no use pouting and crying: that won't repay the trouble I've had, scouring the country after you. To think how Mr. Linton charged me to keep you in; and you stealing off so!

It's no use pouting and crying: that won't repay the trouble I've had, scouring the country for you after your Papa charged me to keep you safe!


It shows you are a cunning little fox, and nobody will put faith in you any more."


"Papa charged me nothing: he'll not scold me, Ellen-he's never cross, like you!"

'Papa charged me nothing: he'll not scold me, Ellen - he's never cross, like you!'


You thirteen years old, and such a baby!"

You thirteen years old, and such a baby!'


This exclamation was caused by her pushing the hat from her head, and retreating to the chimney out of my reach.


"Nay," said the servant, "don't be hard on the bonny lass, Mrs. Dean.

'Nay,' said the servant, 'don't be hard on the bonny lass, Mrs. Dean.


We made her stop: she'd fain have ridden forwards, afeard you should be uneasy.

We made her stop though she wanted to ride on.


Hareton offered to go with her, and I thought he should: it's a wild road over the hills."

Hareton offered to go with her, and I thought he should: it's a wild road over the hills.'


Hareton, during the discussion, stood with his hands in his pockets, too awkward to speak; though he looked as if he did not relish my intrusion.

Hareton stood with his hands in his pockets, too awkward to speak.


I continued, disregarding the woman's interference.

I continued, ignoring the woman's interference.


I shall leave you, unless you be quick; so please yourself."


"The pony is in the yard," she replied, "and Phoenix is shut in there.

'The pony is in the yard,' she replied, 'and Phoenix is shut in there.


I was going to tell you all about it; but you are in a bad temper, and don't deserve to hear."

I was going to tell you all about it; but you are in a bad temper, and don't deserve to hear.'


I picked up her hat, and approached to reinstate it; but perceiving that the people of the house took her part, she commenced capering round the room; and on my giving chase, ran like a mouse over and under and behind the furniture, rendering it ridiculous for me to pursue.

I picked up her hat, but she, seeing that the people of the house took her side, began to caper round the room; and on my giving chase, ran like a mouse over and under and behind the furniture.


Hareton and the woman laughed, and she joined them, and waxed more impertinent still; till I cried, in great irritation,-"Well, Miss Cathy, if you were aware whose house this is you'd be glad enough to get out."

Hareton and the woman laughed, and she joined them; till I cried, in great irritation, 'Well, Miss Cathy, if you knew whose house this is you'd be glad enough to get out.'


"Nay," he replied, looking down, and blushing bashfully.

'Nay,' he replied, looking down, and blushing.


He could not stand a steady gaze from her eyes, though they were just his own.


He coloured deeper, with a different feeling, muttered an oath, and turned away.

He coloured deeper, muttered an oath, and turned away.


continued the tiresome girl, appealing to me.


"He talked about 'our house,' and 'our folk.'

'He talked about "our house," and "our folk."


And he never said Miss: he should have done, shouldn't he, if he's a servant?"

And he never said Miss: he should have done, shouldn't he, if he's a servant?'


Hareton grew black as a thunder-cloud at this childish speech.

Hareton grew black as a thunder-cloud at this.


I silently shook my questioner, and at last succeeded in equipping her for departure.

I silently shook Catherine, and put her hat on her head.


"Now, get my horse," she said, addressing her unknown kinsman as she would one of the stable-boys at the Grange.

'Get my horse,' she said, addressing Hareton as if he were a stable-boy.


I want to see where the goblin-hunter rises in the marsh, and to hear about the _fairishes_, as you call them: but make haste!

I want to see where the goblin-hunter rises in the marsh, and to hear about the fairishes, as you call them: but make haste!


"I'll see thee damned before I be _thy_ servant!"

'I'll see thee damned before I be thy servant!'


you see you have got into pretty company," I interposed.

you see you have got into pretty company,' I said.


Come, let us seek for Minny ourselves, and begone."

Come, let us find your pony, and begone.'


"But, Ellen," cried she, staring fixed in astonishment, "how dare he speak so to me?

'But, Ellen,' cried she, staring in astonishment, 'how dare he speak so to me?


You wicked creature, I shall tell papa what you said.-Now, then!"

You wicked creature, I shall tell papa what you said!'


Hareton did not appear to feel this threat; so the tears sprang into her eyes with indignation.


"You bring the pony," she exclaimed, turning to the woman, "and let my dog free this moment!"

'You bring the pony,' she exclaimed, turning to the woman, 'and let my dog free this moment!'


"Softly, Miss," answered she addressed; "you'll lose nothing by being civil.

'Softly, Miss,' she answered; 'you'll lose nothing by being civil.


Though Mr. Hareton, there, be not the master's son, he's your cousin: and I was never hired to serve you."

Mr. Hareton there is your cousin: and I was never hired to serve you.'


don't let them say such things," she pursued in great trouble.

don't let them say such things,' she pursued, troubled.


"Papa is gone to fetch my cousin from London: my cousin is a gentleman's son.

'Papa is gone to fetch my cousin from London: my cousin is a gentleman's son.


That my-" she stopped, and wept outright; upset at the bare notion of relationship with such a clown.


I whispered; "people can have many cousins and of all sorts, Miss Cathy, without being any the worse for it; only they needn't keep their company, if they be disagreeable and bad."

I whispered; 'people can have many cousins, Miss Cathy; only they needn't keep their company, if they be disagreeable and bad.'


she went on, gathering fresh grief from reflection, and flinging herself into my arms for refuge from the idea.


I was much vexed at her and the servant for their mutual revelations; having no doubt of Linton's approaching arrival, communicated by the former, being reported to Mr. Heathcliff; 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.

I was vexed. I had no doubt that Linton's approaching arrival would now be reported to Mr. Heathcliff; and I was sure that Catherine would seek an explanation about Hareton from her father as soon as he returned.


Hareton, recovering from his disgust at being taken for a servant, seemed moved by her distress; and, having fetched the pony round to the door, he took, to propitiate her, a fine crooked-legged terrier whelp from the kennel, and putting it into her hand, bid her whist!

Hareton, recovering from his disgust at being taken for a servant, seemed moved by her distress; and, having fetched the pony to the door, he took a fine terrier pup from the kennel, and putting it into her hand, bid her whist!


Pausing in her lamentations, she surveyed him with a glance of awe and horror, then burst forth anew.

She looked at him with awe and horror, then wept anew.


I could scarcely refrain from smiling at this antipathy to the poor fellow; who was a well-made, athletic youth, good-looking in features, and stout and healthy, but attired in garments befitting his daily occupations of working on the farm and lounging among the moors after rabbits and game.

I could scarcely help smiling at this antipathy to the poor fellow. He was a well-made, athletic youth, good-looking, strong and healthy, but dressed as a rough farm-worker.


Still, I thought I could detect in his physiognomy a mind owning better qualities than his father ever possessed.

Still, he looked as if he had better qualities than his father ever possessed.


Good things lost amid a wilderness of weeds, to be sure, whose rankness far over-topped their neglected growth; yet, notwithstanding, evidence of a wealthy soil, that might yield luxuriant crops under other and favourable circumstances.


Mr. Heathcliff, I believe, had not treated him physically ill; thanks to his fearless nature, which offered no temptation to that course of oppression: he had none of the timid susceptibility that would have given zest to ill-treatment, in Heathcliff's judgment.

Mr. Heathcliff, I believe, had not treated him physically ill, thanks to his fearless nature: he had none of the timidity that would have tempted Heathcliff to mistreat him.


He appeared to have bent his malevolence on making him a brute: he was never taught to read or write; never rebuked for any bad habit which did not annoy his keeper; never led a single step towards virtue, or guarded by a single precept against vice.

Instead, Heathcliff had bent his ill-will on making him a brute: he was never taught to read or write; never rebuked for any bad habit, nor led towards virtue, or guarded by a single word against vice.


And from what I heard, Joseph contributed much to his deterioration, by a narrow-minded partiality which prompted him to flatter and pet him, as a boy, because he was the head of the old family.

And from what I heard, Joseph had made matters worse by flattering and petting him, because he was the head of the old family.


And as he had been in the habit of accusing Catherine Earnshaw and Heathcliff, when children, of putting the master past his patience, and compelling him to seek solace in drink by what he termed their "offald ways," so at present he laid the whole burden of Hareton's faults on the shoulders of the usurper of his property.

Joseph laid the whole burden of Hareton's faults on Heathcliff's shoulders.


If the lad swore, he wouldn't correct him: nor however culpably he behaved.

He wouldn't correct the lad no matter how ill he behaved.


It gave Joseph satisfaction, apparently, to watch him go the worst lengths: he allowed that the lad was ruined: that his soul was abandoned to perdition; but then he reflected that Heathcliff must answer for it.

It gave Joseph satisfaction, apparently, to watch him go the worst lengths: he allowed that the lad was ruined and his soul damned, but reflected that Heathcliff must answer for it.


Hareton's blood would be required at his hands; and there lay immense consolation in that thought.


Joseph had instilled into him a pride of name, and of his lineage; he would, had he dared, have fostered hate between him and the present owner of the Heights: but his dread of that owner amounted to superstition; and he confined his feelings regarding him to muttered innuendoes and private comminations.


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; for I saw little.

I only speak from hearsay; for I saw little of life at Wuthering Heights.


The villagers affirmed Mr. Heathcliff was _near_, and a cruel hard landlord to his tenants; but the house, inside, had regained its ancient aspect of comfort under female management, and the scenes of riot common in Hindley's time were not now enacted within its walls.

The villagers said Mr. Heathcliff was miserly, and a cruel hard landlord to his tenants; but the house, inside, had regained its ancient aspect of comfort under its female management, and there was none of the riot of Hindley's time.


The master was too gloomy to seek companionship with any people, good or bad; and he is yet.

The master was too gloomy to seek companionship; and he is still.


This, however, is not making progress with my story.


Miss Cathy rejected the peace-offering of the terrier, and demanded her own dogs, Charlie and Phoenix. They came limping and hanging their heads; and we set out for home, sadly out of sorts, every one of us.

Well, Miss Cathy rejected the peace-offering of the terrier, and we set out for home with our own dogs, sadly out of sorts.


I could not wring from my little lady how she had spent the day; except that, as I supposed, the goal of her pilgrimage was Penistone Crags; and she arrived without adventure to the gate of the farm-house, when Hareton happened to issue forth, attended by some canine followers, who attacked her train. They had a smart battle, before their owners could separate them: that formed an introduction.

She told me that she had aimed for Penistone Crags; and she arrived at the gate of the farm-house, when Hareton came out with some dogs, which attacked hers before their owners could separate them.


Catherine told Hareton who she was, and where she was going; and asked him to show her the way: finally, beguiling him to accompany her.

Catherine told Hareton who she was, and where she was going; and asked him to show her the way.


He opened the mysteries of the Fairy Cave, and twenty other queer places.

He told her about the Fairy Cave, and other queer places.


But, being in disgrace, I was not favoured with a description of the interesting objects she saw.


I could gather, however, that her guide had been a favourite till she hurt his feelings by addressing him as a servant; and Heathcliff's housekeeper hurt hers by calling him her cousin.

I gathered that he was a favourite till she hurt his feelings by addressing him as a servant.


Then the language he had held to her rankled in her heart; she who was always "love," and "darling," and "queen," and "angel," with everybody at the Grange, to be insulted so shockingly by a stranger!

Then the language he had used rankled; she was shocked to be insulted so by a stranger!


She did not comprehend it; and hard work I had to obtain a promise that she would not lay the grievance before her father.

She did not comprehend it; and I had hard work to make her promise not to tell her father.


I explained how he objected to the whole household at the Heights, and how sorry he would be to find she had been there; but I insisted most on the fact, that if she revealed my negligence of his orders, he would perhaps be so angry that I should have to leave; and Cathy couldn't bear that prospect: she pledged her word, and kept it for my sake.

I explained how he objected to the whole household at the Heights, and how sorry he would be to find she had been there; but I insisted most on the fact that he might be so angry with me that I should have to leave. Cathy couldn't bear that prospect: she pledged her word, and kept it for my sake.


I, who had determined to hold myself independent of all social intercourse, and thanked my stars that, at length, I had lighted on a spot where it was next to impracticable-I, weak wretch, after maintaining till dusk a struggle with low spirits and solitude, was finally compelled to strike my colours; and under pretence of gaining information concerning the necessities of my establishment, I desired Mrs. Dean, when she brought in supper, to sit down while I ate it; hoping sincerely she would prove a regular gossip, and either rouse me to animation or lull me to sleep by her talk.

I, who had determined to keep away from all society, and thanked my stars that I had found solitude - I, weak wretch, after struggling with low spirits all day, was finally compelled to yield. When Mrs. Dean, the housekeeper, brought in supper, I asked her to sit down while I ate it; hoping she would prove a gossip, and either enliven me or lull me to sleep by her talk.


"You have lived here a considerable time," I commenced; "did you not say sixteen years?"

'You have lived here a considerable time,' I began; 'did you not say sixteen years?'


"Eighteen, sir: I came when the mistress was married, to wait on her; after she died, the master retained me for his housekeeper."

'Eighteen, sir: I came when the mistress was married, and after she died, the master kept me on as his housekeeper.'


She was not a gossip, I feared; unless about her own affairs, and those could hardly interest me.


However, having studied for an interval, with a fist on either knee, and a cloud of meditation over her ruddy countenance, she ejaculated-"Ah, times are greatly changed since then!"

However, having meditated for a while, she said, 'Ah, times are greatly changed since then!'


"Yes," I remarked, "you've seen a good many alterations, I suppose?"

'You've seen a good many changes, I suppose?'


"Oh, I'll turn the talk on my landlord's family!"

'I'll turn the talk on my landlord's family!'


And that pretty girl-widow, I should like to know her history: whether she be a native of the country, or, as is more probable, an exotic that the surly _indigenae_ will not recognise for kin."

'And that pretty girl-widow; I should like to know her history.'


With this intention I asked Mrs. Dean why Heathcliff let Thrushcross Grange, and preferred living in a situation and residence so much inferior.

So I asked Mrs. Dean why Heathcliff let Thrushcross Grange, and preferred living in such an inferior house as Wuthering Heights.


"Is he not rich enough to keep the estate in good order?"

'Is he not rich enough to keep the estate in good order?'


"He has nobody knows what money, and every year it increases.


Yes, yes, he's rich enough to live in a finer house than this: but he's very near-close-handed; and, if he had meant to flit to Thrushcross Grange, as soon as he heard of a good tenant he could not have borne to miss the chance of getting a few hundreds more.

He's rich enough: but he's very close-handed.


It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world!"

It's strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world!'


"And that young lady, Mrs. Heathcliff, is his widow?"

'And that young lady, Mrs. Heathcliff, is the son's widow?'


"Why, sir, she is my late master's daughter: Catherine Linton was her maiden name.

I asked.
'Why, sir, she is my late master's daughter: Catherine Linton was her maiden name.


I did wish Mr. Heathcliff would remove here, and then we might have been together again."

I did wish Mr. Heathcliff would move here, and then we might have been together again.'


But a minute's reflection convinced me it was not my ghostly Catherine.


"Then," I continued, "my predecessor's name was Linton?"

'Then,' I continued, 'my predecessor's name was Linton?'


"And who is that Earnshaw: Hareton Earnshaw, who lives with Mr. Heathcliff?

'And who is that Hareton Earnshaw, who lives with Mr. Heathcliff?


"No; he is the late Mrs. Linton's nephew."

'No; he is the late Mrs. Linton's nephew.'


"Yes; and her husband was her cousin also: one on the mother's, the other on the father's side: Heathcliff married Mr. Linton's sister."

'Yes; and her husband was her cousin also: one on the mother's, the other on the father's side: Heathcliff married Mr. Linton's sister.'


"I see the house at Wuthering Heights has 'Earnshaw' carved over the front door.

'I see the house at Wuthering Heights has "Earnshaw" carved over the front door.


"Very old, sir; and Hareton is the last of them, as our Miss Cathy is of us-I mean, of the Lintons.

'Very old, sir; and Hareton is the last of them, as our Miss Cathy is of the Lintons.


I beg pardon for asking; but I should like to hear how she is!"

I beg pardon for asking; but I should like to hear how she is!'


she looked very well, and very handsome; yet, I think, not very happy."

I said. 'She looked very well, and very handsome; yet, I think, not very happy.'


"A rough fellow, rather, Mrs. Dean. Is not that his character?


"Rough as a saw-edge, and hard as whinstone!

'Rough as a saw-edge, and hard as whinstone!


The less you meddle with him the better."

The less you meddle with him the better.'


"He must have had some ups and downs in life to make him such a churl.

'He must have had some ups and downs in life to make him so.


"It's a cuckoo's, sir-I know all about it: except where he was born, and who were his parents, and how he got his money at first.

'It's a cuckoo's, sir,' she said; 'I know all about it: except where he was born, and who were his parents, and how he got his money.


And Hareton has been cast out like an unfledged dunnock!

And Hareton has been cast out like an unfledged sparrow!


The unfortunate lad is the only one in all this parish that does not guess how he has been cheated."

The unfortunate lad is the only one in all this parish that does not guess how he has been cheated.'


"Well, Mrs. Dean, it will be a charitable deed to tell me something of my neighbours: I feel I shall not rest if I go to bed; so be good enough to sit and chat an hour."

'Will you tell me something of them? Be good enough to sit and chat an hour.'


I'll just fetch a little sewing, and then I'll sit as long as you please.

I'll just fetch my sewing, and then I'll sit as long as you please.


But you've caught cold: I saw you shivering, and you must have some gruel to drive it out."

But you've caught cold, and must have some gruel to drive it out.'


The worthy woman bustled off, and I crouched nearer the fire; my head felt hot, and the rest of me chill: moreover, I was excited, almost to a pitch of foolishness, through my nerves and brain. This caused me to feel, not uncomfortable, but rather fearful (as I am still) of serious effects from the incidents of to-day and yesterday.

The worthy woman bustled off, and I crouched nearer the fire. My head felt hot, and the rest of me chilly: moreover, I was excited through my nerves and brain, and fearful of serious effects from the incidents of to-day and yesterday.


She returned presently, bringing a smoking basin and a basket of work; and, having placed the former on the hob, drew in her seat, evidently pleased to find me so companionable.

She returned with a steaming basin and a work-basket; and, having placed the former on the hob, she sat down and began her tale.


Before I came to live here, she commenced-waiting no farther invitation to her story-I was almost always at Wuthering Heights; because my mother had nursed Mr. Hindley Earnshaw, that was Hareton's father, and I got used to playing with the children: I ran errands too, and helped to make hay, and hung about the farm ready for anything that anybody would set me to.

Before I came to live here, she began, I was almost always at Wuthering Heights; because my mother had nursed Mr. Hindley Earnshaw, Hareton's father, and I got used to playing with the children. I ran errands, and helped to make hay, and did work about the farm.


One fine summer morning-it was the beginning of harvest, I remember-Mr. Earnshaw, the old master, came downstairs, dressed for a journey; and, after he had told Joseph what was to be done during the day, he turned to Hindley, and Cathy, and me-for I sat eating my porridge with them-and he said, speaking to his son, "Now, my bonny man, I'm going to Liverpool to-day, what shall I bring you?

One fine summer morning, Mr. Earnshaw, the old master, came downstairs dressed for a journey. He turned to Hindley, and Cathy, and me - for I ate my porridge with them - and he said to his son, 'Now, my bonny man, I'm going to Liverpool today. What shall I bring you?


You may choose what you like: only let it be little, for I shall walk there and back: sixty miles each way, that is a long spell!"

You may choose what you like: only let it be small, for I shall walk there and back: sixty miles each way!'


Hindley named a fiddle, and then he asked Miss Cathy; she was hardly six years old, but she could ride any horse in the stable, and she chose a whip.

Hindley named a fiddle, and then he asked Miss Cathy. She was hardly six years old, but she could ride any horse in the stable, and she chose a whip.


He did not forget me; for he had a kind heart, though he was rather severe sometimes.


He promised to bring me a pocketful of apples and pears, and then he kissed his children, said good-bye, and set off.


It seemed a long while to us all-the three days of his absence-and often did little Cathy ask when he would be home.

His absence seemed long to us, and often did little Cathy ask when he would be home.


Mrs. Earnshaw expected him by supper-time on the third evening, and she put the meal off hour after hour; there were no signs of his coming, however, and at last the children got tired of running down to the gate to look.

Mrs. Earnshaw expected him by supper-time on the third evening; there were no signs of him, however, and at last the children got tired of running down to the gate to look.


Then it grew dark; she would have had them to bed, but they begged sadly to be allowed to stay up; and, just about eleven o'clock, the door-latch was raised quietly, and in stepped the master.

Then it grew dark; but they begged to be allowed to stay up; and, just about eleven o'clock, the door-latch was raised, and in stepped the master.


He threw himself into a chair, laughing and groaning, and bid them all stand off, for he was nearly killed-he would not have such another walk for the three kingdoms.

He threw himself into a chair, laughing and groaning, saying he would not have such another walk for three kingdoms.


"And at the end of it to be flighted to death!"


he said, opening his great-coat, which he held bundled up in his arms. "See here, wife!

Then he opened his great-coat, saying, 'See here, 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."

I was never so tired out with anything in my life; but you must take it as a gift of God; though it's as dark almost as if it came from the devil.'


We crowded round, and over Miss Cathy's head I had a peep at a dirty, ragged, black-haired child; big enough both to walk and talk: indeed, its face looked older than Catherine's; yet when it was set on its feet, it only stared round, and repeated over and over again some gibberish that nobody could understand.

We crowded round, and over Miss Cathy's head I had a peep at a dirty, ragged, black-haired child; big enough to walk and talk. Indeed, it looked older than Catherine; yet when it was set on its feet, it only stared round, and repeated some gibberish that nobody could understand.


I was frightened, and Mrs. Earnshaw was ready to fling it out of doors: she did fly up, asking how he could fashion to bring that gipsy brat into the house, when they had their own bairns to feed and fend for?

I was frightened, and Mrs. Earnshaw was ready to throw it out: asking how he could bring that gipsy brat into the house, when they had their own children to feed?


What he meant to do with it, and whether he were mad?


The master tried to explain the matter; but he was really half dead with fatigue, and all that I could make out, amongst her scolding, was a tale of his seeing it starving, and houseless, and as good as dumb, in the streets of Liverpool, where he picked it up and inquired for its owner.

The master tried to explain; but he was half dead with fatigue, and all that I could make out was a tale of his seeing it starving and homeless in the streets of Liverpool, where he picked it up and inquired for its owner.


Not a soul knew to whom it belonged, he said; and his money and time being both limited, he thought it better to take it home with him at once, than run into vain expenses there: because he was determined he would not leave it as he found it.

Not a soul knew to whom it belonged, he said; and he thought it better to take it home with him, rather than leave it as he found it.


Well, the conclusion was, that my mistress grumbled herself calm; and Mr. Earnshaw told me to wash it, and give it clean things, and let it sleep with the children.


Hindley and Cathy contented themselves with looking and listening till peace was restored: then, both began searching their father's pockets for the presents he had promised them.

Hindley and Cathy looked on meanwhile: then both began searching their father's pockets for their presents.


The former was a boy of fourteen, but when he drew out what had been a fiddle, crushed to morsels in the great-coat, he blubbered aloud; and Cathy, when she learned the master had lost her whip in attending on the stranger, showed her humour by grinning and spitting at the stupid little thing; earning for her pains a sound blow from her father, to teach her cleaner manners.

Hindley was a boy of fourteen, but when he drew out what had been a fiddle, crushed to pieces in the great-coat, he blubbered aloud; and Cathy, when she learned the master had lost her whip in attending on the stranger, spat at the stupid little thing; earning a blow from her father, to teach her cleaner manners.


They entirely refused to have it in bed with them, or even in their room; and I had no more sense, so I put it on the landing of the stairs, hoping it might be gone on the morrow.

They refused to have it in bed with them, or even in their room; so I put it on the landing, hoping it might be gone on the morrow.


By chance, or else attracted by hearing his voice, it crept to Mr. Earnshaw's door, and there he found it on quitting his chamber.

It crept to Mr. Earnshaw's door, and there he found it.


Inquiries were made as to how it got there; I was obliged to confess, and in recompense for my cowardice and inhumanity was sent out of the house.

I was obliged to confess, and for my inhumanity was sent out of the house.


This was Heathcliff's first introduction to the family.


On coming back a few days afterwards (for I did not consider my banishment perpetual), I found they had christened him "Heathcliff": it was the name of a son who died in childhood, and it has served him ever since, both for Christian and surname.

On coming back a few days afterwards (for I did not consider my banishment perpetual), I found they had christened the child 'Heathcliff'. It was the name of a son who had died in childhood, and it served him both for Christian and surname.


Miss Cathy and he were now very thick; but Hindley hated him: and to say the truth I did the same; and we plagued and went on with him shamefully: for I wasn't reasonable enough to feel my injustice, and the mistress never put in a word on his behalf when she saw him wronged.

Miss Cathy and he were now very close; but Hindley hated him: and to say the truth I did too. We plagued him shamefully, and the mistress never put in a word on his behalf.


He seemed a sullen, patient child; hardened, perhaps, to ill-treatment: he would stand Hindley's blows without winking or shedding a tear, and my pinches moved him only to draw in a breath and open his eyes, as if he had hurt himself by accident, and nobody was to blame.

He seemed a sullen, patient child; hardened, perhaps, to ill-treatment: he would stand Hindley's blows without shedding a tear, and my pinches only made him draw in a breath and open his eyes, as if he had hurt himself by accident.


This endurance made old Earnshaw furious, when he discovered his son persecuting the poor fatherless child, as he called him.

Old Earnshaw was furious when he discovered his son persecuting the fatherless child.


He took to Heathcliff strangely, believing all he said (for that matter, he said precious little, and generally the truth), and petting him up far above Cathy, who was too mischievous and wayward for a favourite.

He took to Heathcliff strangely, believing all he said (for that matter, he said precious little, and generally the truth), and favouring him above Cathy, who was mischievous and wayward.


So, from the very beginning, he bred bad feeling in the house; and at Mrs. Earnshaw's death, which happened in less than two years after, the young master had learned to regard his father as an oppressor rather than a friend, and Heathcliff as a usurper of his parent's affections and his privileges; and he grew bitter with brooding over these injuries.

So, from the very beginning, he bred bad feeling in the house. By the time of Mrs. Earnshaw's death, two years after, Hindley had learned to regard his father as an oppressor rather than a friend, and Heathcliff as a usurper of his parent's affections; and he grew bitter with brooding over these injuries.


I sympathised a while; but when the children fell ill of the measles, and I had to tend them, and take on me the cares of a woman at once, I changed my idea.

I sympathised; but when the children fell ill with the measles, and I had to tend them, I changed my idea.


Heathcliff was dangerously sick; 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, and he hadn't wit to guess that I was compelled to do it.

Heathcliff was dangerously sick; and would have me constantly by his pillow.


However, I will say this, he was the quietest child that ever nurse watched over.


The difference between him and the others forced me to be less partial.


Cathy and her brother harassed me terribly: he was as uncomplaining as a lamb; though hardness, not gentleness, made him give little trouble.

Cathy and her brother harassed me terribly: he was as uncomplaining as a lamb; though hardness, not gentleness, made him so.


He got through, and the doctor affirmed it was in a great measure owing to me, and praised me for my care.

He got through it, and the doctor praised me for my care.


I was vain of his commendations, and softened towards the being by whose means I earned them, and thus Hindley lost his last ally: still I couldn't dote on Heathcliff, and I wondered often what my master saw to admire so much in the sullen boy; who never, to my recollection, repaid his indulgence by any sign of gratitude.

I was vain of his praise, and softened towards the being by whom I earned it. Still I couldn't dote on Heathcliff, and I wondered what my master saw to admire in the sullen boy, who never gave him any sign of gratitude.


He was not insolent to his benefactor, he was simply insensible; though knowing perfectly the hold he had on his heart, and conscious he had only to speak and all the house would be obliged to bend to his wishes.

He was not insolent, he was simply unfeeling, though knowing perfectly the hold he had on Mr Earnshaw's heart. He had only to speak and all the house would be obliged to bend to his wishes.


As an instance, I remember Mr. Earnshaw once bought a couple of colts at the parish fair, and gave the lads each one.

For instance, I remember Mr. Earnshaw once bought a couple of colts, and gave the lads each one.


Heathcliff took the handsomest, but it soon fell lame, and when he discovered it, he said to Hindley-

Heathcliff took the handsomest, but it fell lame, and he said to Hindley:


"You must exchange horses with me: I don't like mine; and if you won't I shall tell your father of the three thrashings you've given me this week, and show him my arm, which is black to the shoulder."

'You must exchange horses with me: I don't like mine. If you won't I shall tell your father of the three thrashings you've given me this week, and show him my bruised arm.'


Hindley put out his tongue, and cuffed him over the ears.

Hindley put out his tongue, and cuffed his ears.


"You'd better do it at once," he persisted, escaping to the porch (they were in the stable): "you will have to: and if I speak of these blows, you'll get them again with interest."


cried Hindley, threatening him with an iron weight used for weighing potatoes and hay.

he cried, threatening him with an iron weight.


"Throw it," he replied, standing still, "and then I'll tell how you boasted that you would turn me out of doors as soon as he died, and see whether he will not turn you out directly."

'Throw it,' Heathcliff replied, 'and then I'll tell how you boasted that you would turn me out of doors as soon as he died.'


Hindley threw it, hitting him on the breast, and down he fell, but staggered up immediately, breathless and white; and, had not I prevented it, he would have gone just so to the master, and got full revenge by letting his condition plead for him, intimating who had caused it.

Hindley threw it, hitting him on the breast, and down he fell, but staggered up immediately, breathless and white; and, had not I prevented it, he would have gone like that to the master, and got full revenge.


"And I pray that he may break your neck: take him, and be damned, you beggarly interloper!

'And I pray that he may break your neck: take him, and be damned, you beggarly imp of Satan.


and wheedle my father out of all he has: only afterwards show him what you are, imp of Satan.-And take that, I hope he'll kick out your brains!"


Heathcliff had gone to loose the beast, and shift it to his own stall; he was passing behind it, when Hindley finished his speech by knocking him under its feet, and without stopping to examine whether his hopes were fulfilled, ran away as fast as he could.

Heathcliff had gone to loose the beast, when Hindley finished his speech by knocking him under its feet, and then ran away as fast as he could.


I was surprised to witness how coolly the child gathered himself up, and went on with his intention; exchanging saddles and all, and then sitting down on a bundle of hay to overcome the qualm which the violent blow occasioned, before he entered the house.

I was surprised to see how coolly the child gathered himself up, and went on exchanging saddles, before sitting down on a bundle of hay to recover from the violent blow.


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.

I persuaded him to blame his bruises on the horse: he didn't mind what tale was told, since he had what he wanted.


He complained so seldom, indeed, of such stirs as these, that I really thought him not vindictive: I was deceived completely, as you will hear.

He complained so seldom, indeed, that I really thought him not vindictive: I was deceived completely, as you will hear.


That Friday made the last of our fine days for a month.


In the evening the weather broke: the wind shifted from south to north-east, and brought rain first, and then sleet and snow.

That week the weather broke: the wind shifted to the north-east, and brought rain first, and then sleet and snow.


On the morrow one could hardly imagine that there had been three weeks of summer: the primroses and crocuses were hidden under wintry drifts; the larks were silent, the young leaves of the early trees smitten and blackened.

The primroses and crocuses were hidden under wintry drifts; the larks were silent, the young leaves smitten and blackened.


And dreary, and chill, and dismal, that morrow did creep over!


My master kept his room; I took possession of the lonely parlour, converting it into a nursery: and there I was, sitting with the moaning doll of a child laid on my knee; rocking it to and fro, and watching, meanwhile, the still driving flakes build up the uncurtained window, when the door opened, and some person entered, out of breath and laughing!

I was sitting in the lonely parlour with the child moaning on my knee; rocking it and watching the snowflakes on the window, when the door opened, and someone entered, out of breath and laughing!


My anger was greater than my astonishment for a minute.


I supposed it one of the maids, and I cried-"Have done!

'Quiet!' I cried, supposing it to be one of the maids.


What would Mr. Linton say if he heard you?"


answered a familiar voice; "but I know Edgar is in bed, and I cannot stop myself."

answered a familiar voice; 'but I cannot stop myself.'


With that the speaker came forward to the fire, panting and holding her hand to her side.


"I have run the whole way from Wuthering Heights!"

'I have run the whole way from Wuthering Heights!'


she continued, after a pause; "except where I've flown.


I couldn't count the number of falls I've had.


There shall be an explanation as soon as I can give it; only just have the goodness to step out and order the carriage to take me on to Gimmerton, and tell a servant to seek up a few clothes in my wardrobe."

Please order the carriage to take me to Gimmerton, and tell a servant to seek a few clothes in my wardrobe.'


She certainly seemed in no laughing predicament: her hair streamed on her shoulders, dripping with snow and water; she was dressed in the girlish dress she commonly wore, befitting her age more than her position: a low frock with short sleeves, and nothing on either head or neck.

Her hair was dripping; she was dressed in a light, girlish frock with short sleeves, which clung to her with wet.


The frock was of light silk, and clung to her with wet, and her feet were protected merely by thin slippers; add to this a deep cut under one ear, which only the cold prevented from bleeding profusely, a white face scratched and bruised, and a frame hardly able to support itself through fatigue; and you may fancy my first fright was not much allayed when I had had leisure to examine her.

Her feet were protected merely by thin slippers; add to this a deep cut under one ear, a white face scratched and bruised, and a frame hardly able to support itself through fatigue; and you may fancy my alarm.


"My dear young lady," I exclaimed, "I'll stir nowhere, and hear nothing, till you have removed every article of your clothes, and put on dry things; and certainly you shall not go to Gimmerton to-night, so it is needless to order the carriage."

'My dear young lady,' I exclaimed, 'I'll stir nowhere, till you have removed your clothes, and put on dry things; and certainly you shall not go to Gimmerton tonight.'


"Certainly I shall," she said; "walking or riding: yet I've no objection to dress myself decently.


And-ah, see how it flows down my neck now!

'Ah, see how the blood flows down my neck now!


She insisted on my fulfilling her directions, before she would let me touch her; and not till after the coachman had been instructed to get ready, and a maid set to pack up some necessary attire, did I obtain her consent for binding the wound and helping to change her garments.

Not until the coachman had been instructed to get ready, did she let me bind her wound and help her to change her clothes.


"Now, Ellen," she said, when my task was finished and she was seated in an easy-chair on the hearth, with a cup of tea before her, "you sit down opposite me, and put poor Catherine's baby away: I don't like to see it!

'Now, Ellen,' she said, when she was seated with a cup of tea, 'you sit down opposite me, and put poor Catherine's baby away: I don't like to see it!


You mustn't think I care little for Catherine, because I behaved so foolishly on entering: I've cried, too, bitterly-yes, more than any one else has reason to cry.

You mustn't think I care little for Catherine, because I laughed: I've cried, too, bitterly.


We parted unreconciled, you remember, and I sha'n't forgive myself.

We parted unreconciled, and I shan't forgive myself.


But, for all that, I was not going to sympathise with him-the brute beast!

But, for all that, I was not going to sympathise with him - the brute beast!


This is the last thing of his I have about me:" she slipped the gold ring from her third finger, and threw it on the floor.

This is the last thing of his I have.'
She slipped the gold ring from her finger, and threw it on the floor.


she continued, striking it with childish spite, "and then I'll burn it!"

she continued, striking it with childish spite, 'and then I'll burn it!'


and she took and dropped the misused article among the coals.


he shall buy another, if he gets me back again.


He'd be capable of coming to seek me, to tease Edgar.


I dare not stay, lest that notion should possess his wicked head!


And besides, Edgar has not been kind, has he?


And I won't come suing for his assistance; nor will I bring him into more trouble.


Necessity compelled me to seek shelter here; though, if I had not learned he was out of the way, I'd have halted at the kitchen, washed my face, warmed myself, got you to bring what I wanted, and departed again to anywhere out of the reach of my accursed-of that incarnate goblin!

If I had not learned he was out, I'd have halted at the kitchen, warmed myself, and departed again, to anywhere out of the reach of my accursed - of that goblin!


It's a pity Earnshaw is not his match in strength: I wouldn't have run till I'd seen him all but demolished, had Hindley been able to do it!"

It's a pity Earnshaw is not his match in strength: I wouldn't have run till I'd seen him beaten, had Hindley been able to do it!'


I interrupted; "you'll disorder the handkerchief I have tied round your face, and make the cut bleed again.

I interrupted; 'you'll make the cut bleed again.


Drink your tea, and take breath, and give over laughing: laughter is sadly out of place under this roof, and in your condition!"

Drink your tea, and give over laughing: laughter is sadly out of place under this roof, and in your condition!'


It maintains a constant wail-send it out of my hearing for an hour; I sha'n't stay any longer."

Send it out of my hearing for an hour; I shan't stay any longer.'


I rang the bell, and committed it to a servant's care; and then I inquired what had urged her to escape from Wuthering Heights in such an unlikely plight, and where she meant to go, as she refused remaining with us.

I rang the bell, and gave it to a servant's care. Then I inquired what had urged her to escape from Wuthering Heights, and where she meant to go, if she would not stay with us.


"I ought, and I wished to remain," answered she, "to cheer Edgar and take care of the baby, for two things, and because the Grange is my right home. But I tell you he wouldn't let me!

'I wish to stay,' answered she, 'to cheer Edgar and take care of the baby, but I tell you Heathcliff wouldn't let me!


Do you think he could bear to see me grow fat and merry-could bear to think that we were tranquil, and not resolve on poisoning our comfort?

Do you think he could bear to think that we were tranquil, without resolving to poison our comfort?


Now, I have the satisfaction of being sure that he detests me, to the point of its annoying him seriously to have me within ear-shot or eyesight: I notice, when I enter his presence, the muscles of his countenance are involuntarily distorted into an expression of hatred; partly arising from his knowledge of the good causes I have to feel that sentiment for him, and partly from original aversion.

He detests me: when I enter his presence, I see hatred in his face.


It is strong enough to make me feel pretty certain that he would not chase me over England, supposing I contrived a clear escape; and therefore I must get quite away.

Because of it, I feel pretty certain that he would not chase me over England; and therefore I have escaped.


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, and so I'm at my ease. I can recollect yet how I loved him; and can dimly imagine that I could still be loving him, if-no, no!

He has extinguished my love; yet I can recollect how I loved him; and can dimly imagine that I could still love him, if - no, no!


Even if he had doted on me, the devilish nature would have revealed its existence somehow.

Even if he doted on me, his devilish nature would have revealed itself somehow.


Catherine had an awfully perverted taste to esteem him so dearly, knowing him so well.


would that he could be blotted out of creation, and out of my memory!"

I wish he could be blotted out of creation!'


"Be more charitable: there are worse men than he is yet!"


"He's not a human being," she retorted; "and he has no claim on my charity.

'He's not a human being,' she retorted; 'and he has no claim on my charity.


I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death, and flung it back to me.

I gave him my heart, and he pinched it to death, and flung it back to me.


People feel with their hearts, Ellen: and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him: and I would not, though he groaned from this to his dying day, and wept tears of blood for Catherine!

I would not feel sorry for him if he groaned until his dying day, and wept tears of blood for Catherine!


And here Isabella began to cry; but, immediately dashing the water from her lashes, she recommenced.

And here Isabella began to cry; but immediately dashing the tears away, she went on.


"You asked, what has driven me to flight at last?

'You asked, what has driven me to flight at last?


I was compelled to attempt it, because I had succeeded in rousing his rage a pitch above his malignity.

I had succeeded in rousing his rage to such a pitch that he forgot his prudence, and became murderously violent.


Pulling out the nerves with red hot pincers requires more coolness than knocking on the head.


He was worked up to forget the fiendish prudence he boasted of, and proceeded to murderous violence.


I experienced pleasure in being able to exasperate him: the sense of pleasure woke my instinct of self-preservation, so I fairly broke free; and if ever I come into his hands again he is welcome to a signal revenge.

I had pleasure in exasperating him: my pleasure woke my instinct of self-preservation, so I broke free.


"Yesterday, you know, Mr. Earnshaw should have been at the funeral.

'Yesterday Mr. Earnshaw should have been at the funeral.


He kept himself sober for the purpose-tolerably sober: not going to bed mad at six o'clock and getting up drunk at twelve.

He kept himself tolerably sober for the purpose - not going to bed mad at six o'clock and getting up drunk at twelve.


Consequently, he rose, in suicidal low spirits, as fit for the church as for a dance; and instead, he sat down by the fire and swallowed gin or brandy by tumblerfuls.

Consequently, he rose in suicidal low spirits, sat down by the fire and swallowed gin and brandy by tumblerfuls.


has been a stranger in the house from last Sunday till to-day.

has been a stranger in the house since last Sunday.


Whether the angels have fed him, or his kin beneath, I cannot tell; but he has not eaten a meal with us for nearly a week.

He has not eaten a meal with us for nearly a week.


He has just come home at dawn, and gone upstairs to his chamber; locking himself in-as if anybody dreamt of coveting his company!

He has come home at dawn, and locked himself in his chamber - as if anybody dreamt of wanting his company!


There he has continued, praying like a Methodist: only the deity he implored is senseless dust and ashes; and God, when addressed, was curiously confounded with his own black father!

There he has stayed, praying to dust and ashes, and confusing God with his own black father.


After concluding these precious orisons-and they lasted generally till he grew hoarse and his voice was strangled in his throat-he would be off again; always straight down to the Grange!

When he was hoarse with prayers, he would be off again; always straight down to the Grange!


I wonder Edgar did not send for a constable, and give him into custody!


For me, grieved as I was about Catherine, it was impossible to avoid regarding this season of deliverance from degrading oppression as a holiday.


"I recovered spirits sufficient to bear Joseph's eternal lectures without weeping, and to move up and down the house less with the foot of a frightened thief than formerly.

'Once he was gone, I recovered my spirits enough to bear Joseph's eternal lectures without weeping.


You wouldn't think that I should cry at anything Joseph could say; but he and Hareton are detestable companions.


I'd rather sit with Hindley, and hear his awful talk, than with 't' little maister' and his staunch supporter, that odious old man!

I'd rather sit with Hindley, and hear his awful talk, than with "t' little master" and that odious old man!


When Heathcliff is in, I'm often obliged to seek the kitchen and their society, or starve among the damp uninhabited chambers; when he is not, as was the case this week, I establish a table and chair at one corner of the house fire, and never mind how Mr. Earnshaw may occupy himself; and he does not interfere with my arrangements.

When Heathcliff is not in, I sit by the fire, near Mr. Earnshaw.


He is quieter now than he used to be, if no one provokes him: more sullen and depressed, and less furious.


Joseph affirms he's sure he's an altered man: that the Lord has touched his heart, and he is saved 'so as by fire.'


I'm puzzled to detect signs of the favourable change: but it is not my business.


"Yester-evening I sat in my nook reading some old books till late on towards twelve.

'Yesterday I sat in my nook reading till almost midnight.


It seemed so dismal to go upstairs, with the wild snow blowing outside, and my thoughts continually reverting to the kirk-yard and the new-made grave!

With the wild snow blowing outside, my thoughts continually turned to the church-yard and the new-made grave.


I dared hardly lift my eyes from the page before me, that melancholy scene so instantly usurped its place.


Hindley sat opposite, his head leant on his hand; perhaps meditating on the same subject. He had ceased drinking at a point below irrationality, and had neither stirred nor spoken during two or three hours.

Hindley sat opposite, his head leant on his hand; he had neither stirred nor spoken for two or three hours.


There was no sound through the house but the moaning wind, which shook the windows every now and then, the faint crackling of the coals, and the click of my snuffers as I removed at intervals the long wick of the candle.

There was no sound through the house but the moaning wind, which shook the windows, and the faint crackling of the coals.


Hareton and Joseph were probably fast asleep in bed.


It was very, very sad: and while I read I sighed, for it seemed as if all joy had vanished from the world, never to be restored.


"The doleful silence was broken at length by the sound of the kitchen latch: Heathcliff had returned from his watch earlier than usual; owing, I suppose, to the sudden storm.

'The doleful silence was broken at length by the sound of the kitchen latch: Heathcliff had returned earlier than usual; owing, I suppose, to the sudden storm.


That entrance was fastened, and we heard him coming round to get in by the other.


I rose with an irrepressible expression of what I felt on my lips, which induced my companion, who had been staring towards the door, to turn and look at me.

I rose, but Hindley turned to look at me.


"'I'll keep him out five minutes,' he exclaimed.

'"I'll keep him out five minutes," he said.


"'No, you may keep him out the whole night for me,' I answered.

'"No, you may keep him out the whole night for me," I answered.


'Do! put the key in the lock, and draw the bolts.'


"Earnshaw accomplished this ere his guest reached the front; he then came and brought his chair to the other side of my table, leaning over 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, he couldn't exactly find that; but he discovered enough to encourage him to speak.

'Earnshaw did this, and then leaned over the table, searching in my eyes for a sympathy with the burning hate that gleamed from his. He looked like an assassin.


"'You, and I,' he said, 'have each a great debt to settle with the man out yonder!

'"You, and I," he said, "have each a great debt to settle with that man!


If we were neither of us cowards, we might combine to discharge it.

If we were neither of us cowards, we might combine.


Are you willing to endure to the last, and not once attempt a repayment?'


"'I'm weary of enduring now,' I replied; 'and I'd be glad of a retaliation that wouldn't recoil on myself; but treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.'

'"I'm weary of enduring now," I replied; "but treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them."


"'Treachery and violence are a just return for treachery and violence!'

'"Treachery and violence are a just return for treachery and violence!"


Heathcliff, I'll ask you to do nothing; but sit still and be dumb.

"Mrs. Heathcliff, I'll ask you to do nothing but sit still and be dumb.


I'm sure you would have as much pleasure as I in witnessing the conclusion of the fiend's existence; he'll be _your_ death unless you overreach him; and he'll be _my_ ruin.

I'm sure you would be as glad to see the fiend dead as I would.


He knocks at the door as if he were master here already!


Promise to hold your tongue, and before that clock strikes-it wants three minutes of one-you're a free woman!'

Promise to hold your tongue, and you'll be a free woman!"


"He took the implements which I described to you in my letter from his breast, and would have turned down the candle. I snatched it away, however, and seized his arm.

'He took out his pistol with its knife, and would have put out the candle, when I seized his arm.


Let the door remain shut, and be quiet!'


I've formed my resolution, and by God I'll execute it!'

I've formed my resolution, and by God I'll do it!"


'I'll do you a kindness in spite of yourself, and Hareton justice!

"I'll do you a kindness in spite of yourself, and Hareton justice!


And you needn't trouble your head to screen me; Catherine is gone.


Nobody alive would regret me, or be ashamed, though I cut my throat this minute-and it's time to make an end!'

Nobody alive would regret me, if I cut my throat this minute - and it's time to make an end!"


"I might as well have struggled with a bear, or reasoned with a lunatic.

'I might as well have struggled with a bear, or reasoned with a lunatic.


The only resource left me was to run to a lattice and warn his intended victim of the fate which awaited him.

All I could do was run to a window and warn Heathcliff.


"'You'd better seek shelter somewhere else to-night!'

'"You'd better seek shelter somewhere else to-night!"


I exclaimed, in rather a triumphant tone.


'Mr. Earnshaw has a mind to shoot you, if you persist in endeavouring to enter.'

"Mr. Earnshaw has a mind to shoot you, if you try to enter."


"'You'd better open the door, you-' he answered, addressing me by some elegant term that I don't care to repeat.

'"You'd better open the door, you ___" he answered, addressing me by a term that I don't care to repeat.


"'I shall not meddle in the matter,' I retorted again.


"With that I shut the window and returned to my place by the fire; having too small a stock of hypocrisy at my command to pretend any anxiety for the danger that menaced him.

'I shut the window and returned to my place by the fire.


Earnshaw swore passionately at me: affirming that I loved the villain yet; and calling me all sorts of names for the base spirit I evinced.

Earnshaw swore at me, affirming that I loved the villain yet; and calling me all sorts of names.


And I, in my secret heart (and conscience never reproached me), thought what a blessing it would be for _him_ should Heathcliff put him out of misery; and what a blessing for _me_ should he send Heathcliff to his right abode!

And I, in my secret heart, thought what a blessing it would be for him should Heathcliff put him out of his misery; and what a blessing for me should he send Heathcliff to hell!


As I sat nursing these reflections, the casement behind me was banged on to the floor by a blow from the latter individual, and his black countenance looked blightingly through.

'As I sat thinking this, the window behind me was banged on to the floor by a blow, and Heathcliff's black countenance looked through.


The stanchions stood too close to suffer his shoulders to follow, and I smiled, exulting in my fancied security.

It was too narrow for his shoulders to follow, and I smiled, exulting in my fancied security.


His hair and clothes were whitened with snow, and his sharp cannibal teeth, revealed by cold and wrath, gleamed through the dark.

His hair and clothes were white with snow, and his sharp cannibal teeth gleamed through the dark.


"'Isabella, let me in, or I'll make you repent!'

'"Isabella, let me in, or I'll make you repent!"


'Mr. Hindley stands sentinel with a knife and loaded pistol.'

"Mr. Hindley stands guard with a knife and loaded pistol."


"'Let me in by the kitchen door,' he said.

'"Let me in by the kitchen door," he said.


"'Hindley will be there before me,' I answered: 'and that's a poor love of yours that cannot bear a shower of snow!

'"Hindley will be there before me," I answered: "and 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, but the moment a blast of winter returns, you must run for shelter!

The moment a blast of winter returns, you must run for shelter!


Heathcliff, if I were you, I'd go stretch myself over her grave and die like a faithful dog.

Heathcliff, if I were you, I'd stretch myself over her grave and die like a faithful dog.


The world is surely not worth living in now, 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.'

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."


exclaimed my companion, rushing to the gap.


'If I can get my arm out I can hit him!'


"I'm afraid, Ellen, you'll set me down as really wicked; but you don't know all, so don't judge. I wouldn't have aided or abetted an attempt on even _his_ life for anything.

'I wouldn't have aided an attempt on Heathcliff's life, Ellen.


Wish that he were dead, I must; and therefore I was fearfully disappointed, and unnerved by terror for the consequences of my taunting speech, when he flung himself on Earnshaw's weapon and wrenched it from his grasp.

Still, I was fearfully disappointed when he flung himself on Earnshaw's weapon and wrenched it from his grasp.


"The charge exploded, and the knife, in springing back, closed into its owner's wrist.

'The charge exploded, and the knife, in springing back, closed into its owner's wrist.


Heathcliff pulled it away by main force, slitting up the flesh as it passed on, and thrust it dripping into his pocket.

Heathcliff pulled it away, slitting the flesh, and thrust it dripping into his pocket.


He then took a stone, struck down the division between two windows, and sprang in.

He then took a stone, broke the window-frame, and sprang in.


His adversary had fallen senseless with excessive pain and the flow of blood, that gushed from an artery or a large vein.

His enemy had fallen senseless with pain and the gushing flow of blood.


The ruffian kicked and trampled on him, and dashed his head repeatedly against the flags, holding me with one hand, meantime, to prevent me summoning Joseph.

The ruffian kicked and trampled on him, and dashed his head repeatedly against the flagstones, holding me with one hand to prevent me from summoning Joseph.


He exerted preterhuman self-denial in abstaining from finishing him completely; but getting out of breath, he finally desisted, and dragged the apparently inanimate body on to the settle.

He abstained from finishing him off; but finally stopped and dragged Earnshaw's body on to the settle.


There he tore off the sleeve of Earnshaw's coat, and bound up the wound with brutal roughness; spitting and cursing during the operation as energetically as he had kicked before.

There he tore off the sleeve of his coat, and bound up the wound with brutal roughness, spitting and cursing.


Being at liberty, I lost no time in seeking the old servant; who, having gathered by degrees the purport of my hasty tale, hurried below, gasping, as he descended the steps two at once.

Meanwhile, I lost no time in seeking Joseph, who hurried in, gasping:


"'There's this to do,' thundered Heathcliff, 'that your master's mad; and should he last another month, I'll have him to an asylum.

'"There's this to do," thundered Heathcliff, "that your master's mad; and should go to an asylum.


And how the devil did you come to fasten me out, you toothless hound?

And how the devil did you come to lock me out, you toothless hound?


Don't stand muttering and mumbling there.


Come, I'm not going to nurse him. Wash that stuff away; and mind the sparks of your candle-it is more than half brandy!'


exclaimed Joseph, lifting his hands and eyes in horror.


"Heathcliff gave him a push on to his knees in the middle of the blood, and flung a towel to him; but instead of proceeding to dry it up, he joined his hands and began a prayer, which excited my laughter from its odd phraseology.

'Heathcliff pushed him to his knees in the middle of the blood, and flung a towel to him; but instead of drying it up, Joseph joined his hands and began a prayer, which made me laugh.


I was in the condition of mind to be shocked at nothing: in fact, I was as reckless as some malefactors show themselves at the foot of the gallows.


And you conspire with him against me, do you, viper?

"You conspire with him against me, do you, viper?"


"He shook me till my teeth rattled, and pitched me beside Joseph, who steadily concluded his supplications, and then rose, vowing he would set off for the Grange directly.

'He shook me till my teeth rattled, and threw me beside Joseph, who finished his prayer and rose, vowing he would set off for the Grange directly.


Mr. Linton was a magistrate, and though he had fifty wives dead, he should inquire into this.

Mr. Linton was a magistrate, and he should inquire into this.


He was so obstinate in his resolution, that Heathcliff deemed it expedient to compel from my lips a recapitulation of what had taken place; standing over me, heaving with malevolence, as I reluctantly delivered the account in answer to his questions. It required a great deal of labour to satisfy the old man that Heathcliff was not the aggressor; especially with my hardly-wrung replies.

'He was so obstinate in his resolution, that Heathcliff forced me to recount what had taken place, and tell the old man that Earnshaw was the aggressor.


However, Mr. Earnshaw soon convinced him that he was alive still; Joseph hastened to administer a dose of spirits, and by their succour his master presently regained motion and consciousness.

Joseph hastened to give a dose of spirits to his master, who groaned as he regained consciousness.


Heathcliff, aware that his opponent was ignorant of the treatment received while insensible, called him deliriously intoxicated; and said he should not notice his atrocious conduct further, but advised him to get to bed.

Heathcliff, aware that Earnshaw was ignorant of the beating he'd received while insensible, called him intoxicated; and advised him to get to bed.


To my joy, he left us, after giving this judicious counsel, and Hindley stretched himself on the hearthstone. I departed to my own room, marvelling that I had escaped so easily.

He then left, and I departed to my own room, marvelling that I had escaped so easily.


"This morning, when I came down, about half an hour before noon, Mr. Earnshaw was sitting by the fire, deadly sick; his evil genius, almost as gaunt and ghastly, leant against the chimney.

'This morning, when I came down, Mr. Earnshaw was sitting by the fire, deadly sick; his evil genius Heathcliff, almost as gaunt and ghastly, leant against the chimney.


Neither appeared inclined to dine, and, having waited till all was cold on the table, I commenced alone.

Neither appeared inclined to dine, so I ate heartily alone.


Nothing hindered me from eating heartily, and I experienced a certain sense of satisfaction and superiority, as, at intervals, I cast a look towards my silent companions, and felt the comfort of a quiet conscience within me.

I felt a certain satisfaction and superiority, as I glanced towards my silent companions, with the comfort of a quiet conscience.


After I had done, I ventured on the unusual liberty of drawing near the fire, going round Earnshaw's seat, and kneeling in the corner beside him.

After I had finished, I took the unusual liberty of drawing near the fire, and kneeling beside Earnshaw.


"Heathcliff did not glance my way, and I gazed up, and contemplated his features almost as confidently as if they had been turned to stone.

'Heathcliff did not glance my way, and I gazed up at his features.


His forehead, that I once thought so manly, and that I now think so diabolical, was shaded with a heavy cloud; his basilisk eyes were nearly quenched by sleeplessness, and weeping, perhaps, for the lashes were wet then: his lips devoid of their ferocious sneer, and sealed in an expression of unspeakable sadness.

His forehead, that I once thought so manly, and that I now think so diabolical, was shaded with a heavy cloud; his basilisk eyes were nearly quenched by sleeplessness, and their lashes were wet: his lips, devoid of their ferocious sneer, were sealed in an expression of unspeakable sadness.


Had it been another, I would have covered my face in the presence of such grief.


In _his_ case, I was gratified; and, ignoble as it seems to insult a fallen enemy, 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."

In his case, I was gratified; and I couldn't miss this chance of sticking in a dart.'


"One might suppose you had never opened a Bible in your life.

'One might suppose you had never opened a Bible in your life.


If God afflict your enemies, surely that ought to suffice you. It is both mean and presumptuous to add your torture to his!"

It is both mean and presumptuous to add your torture to God's judgement!'


"In general I'll allow that it would be, Ellen," she continued; "but what misery laid on Heathcliff could content me, unless I have a hand in it? I'd rather he suffered less, if I might cause his sufferings and he might _know_ that I was the cause. Oh, I owe him so much.

'In general I'd agree, Ellen,' she continued; 'but I owe Heathcliff so much.


On only one condition can I hope to forgive him.


It is, if I may take an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth; for every wrench of agony return a wrench: reduce him to my level.


As he was the first to injure, make him the first to implore pardon; and then-why then, Ellen, I might show you some generosity.


But it is utterly impossible I can ever be revenged, and therefore I cannot forgive him.

It is utterly impossible I can ever be revenged, and therefore I cannot forgive him.


Hindley wanted some water, and I handed him a glass, and asked him how he was.


'But leaving out my arm, every inch of me is as sore as if I had been fighting with a legion of imps!'

'"Every inch of me is as sore as if I had been fighting with a legion of imps!" he replied.


'Catherine 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.

"Catherine 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.


It's well people don't _really_ rise from their grave, or, last night, she might have witnessed a repulsive scene!

It's as well people don't really rise from the grave, or last night she might have witnessed a repulsive scene!


Are not you bruised, and cut over your chest and shoulders?'

Are not you bruised, and cut on your chest and shoulders?"


"'I can't say,' he answered, 'but what do you mean?


Did he dare to strike me when I was down?'

"Did Heathcliff strike me when I was down?"


"'He trampled on and kicked you, and dashed you on the ground,' I whispered.

'"He trampled and kicked you, and dashed you on the ground," I whispered.


'And his mouth watered to tear you with his teeth; because he's only half man: not so much, and the rest fiend.'

"And he wanted to tear you with his teeth; he's barely human."


"Mr. Earnshaw looked up, like me, to the countenance of our mutual foe; who, absorbed in his anguish, seemed insensible to anything around him: the longer he stood, the plainer his reflections revealed their blackness through his features.

'Mr. Earnshaw looked up at Heathcliff, who, absorbed in his black anguish, saw nothing around him.


"'Oh, if God would but give me strength to strangle him in my last agony, I'd go to hell with joy,' groaned the impatient man, writhing to rise, and sinking back in despair, convinced of his inadequacy for the struggle.

'"Oh, if God would but give me strength to strangle him in my last agony, I'd go to hell with joy," groaned the impatient Hindley, trying to rise, and sinking back in despair.


"'Nay, it's enough that he has murdered one of you,' I observed aloud.

'"Nay, it's enough that he has murdered one of you," I observed aloud.


'At the Grange, every one knows your sister would have been living now had it not been for Mr. Heathcliff.

"At the Grange, everyone knows your sister would have been living now had it not been for Mr. Heathcliff.


After all, it is preferable to be hated than loved by him.


When I recollect how happy we were-how happy Catherine was before he came-I'm fit to curse the day.'

When I recollect how happy Catherine was before he came - I curse the day."


"Most likely, Heathcliff noticed more the truth of what was said, than the spirit of the person who said it. His attention was roused, I saw, for his eyes rained down tears among the ashes, and he drew his breath in suffocating sighs.

'Heathcliff's attention was roused, for I saw that he wept and drew his breath in suffocating sighs.


I stared full at him, and laughed scornfully.

I stared at him, and laughed scornfully.


The clouded windows of hell flashed a moment towards me; the fiend which usually looked out, however, was so dimmed and drowned that I did not fear to hazard another sound of derision.

The clouded windows of hell flashed a moment towards me; the fiend which usually looked out, however, was dimmed and drowned.


"'Get up, and begone out of my sight,' said the mourner.
"I guessed he uttered those words, at least, though his voice was hardly intelligible.

'"Go out of my sight," he said, his voice hardly intelligible.


'But I loved Catherine too; and her brother requires attendance, which, for her sake, I shall supply.

"But I loved Catherine too; and I need to attend on her brother.


Now that she's dead, I see her in Hindley: Hindley has exactly her eyes, if you had not tried to gouge them out, and made them black and red; and her-'

Now, that she's dead, I see her in Hindley: he has exactly her eyes, if you had not tried to gouge them out, and her-"


"'Get up, wretched idiot, before I stamp you to death!'

'"Get up, wretched idiot, before I stamp you to death!"


he cried, making a movement that caused me to make one also.


"'But then,' I continued, holding myself ready to flee, 'if poor Catherine had trusted you, and assumed the ridiculous, contemptible, degrading title of Mrs. Heathcliff, she would soon have presented a similar picture!

'"But then," I continued, standing ready to flee, "if poor Catherine had trusted you, and assumed the ridiculous, degrading title of Mrs. Heathcliff, she wouldn't have borne your abominable behaviour!


_She_ wouldn't have borne your abominable behaviour quietly: her detestation and disgust must have found voice.'

She would have voiced her hatred and disgust."


"The back of the settle and Earnshaw's person interposed between me and him; so instead of endeavouring to reach me, he snatched a dinner-knife from the table and flung it at my head.

'He snatched a dinner-knife from the table and flung it at my head.


It struck beneath my ear, and stopped the sentence I was uttering; but, pulling it out, I sprang to the door and delivered another; which I hope went a little deeper than his missile.

It struck beneath my ear; but, pulling it out, I sprang to the door and delivered another sentence; which I hope went deep.


The last glimpse I caught of him was a furious rush on his part, checked by the embrace of his host; and both fell locked together on the hearth.

As I left, he made a furious rush, which was stopped by his host; and both fell locked together on the hearth.