In my flight through the kitchen I bid Joseph speed to his master; I knocked over Hareton, who was hanging a litter of puppies from a chair-back in the doorway; and, blessed as a soul escaped from purgatory, I bounded, leaped, and flew down the steep road; then, quitting its windings, shot direct across the moor, rolling over banks, and wading through marshes: precipitating myself, in fact, towards the beacon-light of the Grange.

'In my flight through the kitchen I bid Joseph hurry to his master; I knocked over Hareton, who was hanging a litter of puppies from a chair-back; and, blessed as a soul escaped from purgatory, I leaped and flew down the steep road; then shot across the moor, rolling over banks, and wading through marshes towards the Grange.


And far rather would I be condemned to a perpetual dwelling in the infernal regions than, even for one night, abide beneath the roof of Wuthering Heights again."

And I would rather dwell in Hell than, even for one night, stay beneath the roof of Wuthering Heights again.'


Isabella ceased speaking, and took a drink of tea; then she rose, and bidding me put on her bonnet, and a great shawl I had brought, and turning a deaf ear to my entreaties for her to remain another hour, she stepped on to a chair, kissed Edgar's and Catherine's portraits, bestowed a similar salute on me, and descended to the carriage, accompanied by Fanny, who yelped wild with joy at recovering her mistress.

Isabella ceased speaking, and took a drink of tea; then she rose, and put on a shawl. Turning a deaf ear to my entreaties for her to stay another hour, she kissed Edgar's and Catherine's portraits, kissed me likewise, and went to the carriage.


She was driven away, never to revisit this neighbourhood: but a regular correspondence was established between her and my master when things were more settled.

She was driven away, never to revisit this neighbourhood: but she wrote regularly to my master.


I believe her new abode was in the south, near London; there she had a son born a few months subsequent to her escape.

She lived near London; there she had a son born a few months after her escape.


He was christened Linton, and, from the first, she reported him to be an ailing, peevish creature.


Mr. Heathcliff, meeting me one day in the village, inquired where she lived.


He remarked that it was not of any moment, only she must beware of coming to her brother: she should not be with him, if he had to keep her himself.

He remarked that it did not matter, only she must beware of coming to her brother.


Though I would give no information, he discovered, through some of the other servants, both her place of residence and the existence of the child. Still, he didn't molest her: for which forbearance she might thank his aversion, I suppose. He often asked about the infant, when he saw me; and on hearing its name, smiled grimly, and observed: "They wish me to hate it too, do they?"

He learnt from some of the other servants about the existence of the child, and often asked about the infant; on hearing its name, he smiled grimly, and observed: 'They wish me to hate it too, do they?'


"I don't think they wish you to know anything about it," I answered.

'I don't think they wish you to know anything about it,' I answered.


"But I'll have it," he said, "when I want it.

'But I'll have it,' he said, 'when I want it.


Fortunately its mother died before the time arrived; some thirteen years after the decease of Catherine, when Linton was twelve, or a little more.

Fortunately its mother died before that time arrived; some thirteen years after the death of Catherine, when Linton was twelve.


On the day succeeding Isabella's unexpected visit I had no opportunity of speaking to my master: he shunned conversation, and was fit for discussing nothing. When I could get him to listen, I saw it pleased him that his sister had left her husband; whom he abhorred with an intensity which the mildness of his nature would scarcely seem to allow.

My master was pleased that Isabella had left her husband, whom he abhorred with an intensity which his mild nature would scarcely seem to allow.


So deep and sensitive was his aversion, that he refrained from going anywhere where he was likely to see or hear of Heathcliff.

So deep was his aversion, that he would not go anywhere where he was likely to see or hear of Heathcliff.


Grief, and that together, transformed him into a complete hermit: he threw up his office of magistrate, ceased even to attend church, avoided the village on all occasions, and spent a life of entire seclusion within the limits of his park and grounds; only varied by solitary rambles on the moors, and visits to the grave of his wife, mostly at evening, or early morning before other wanderers were abroad.

He became a hermit: he gave up his office of magistrate, ceased to attend church, avoided the village, and lived a life of seclusion within his park and grounds; only varied by solitary rambles on the moors, and visits to the grave of his wife.


But he was too good to be thoroughly unhappy long.


_He_ didn't pray for Catherine's soul to haunt him.


Time brought resignation, and a melancholy sweeter than common joy. He recalled her memory with ardent, tender love, and hopeful aspiring to the better world; where he doubted not she was gone.

Time brought resignation, and he recalled her memory with ardent, tender love, and hopeful aspiring to the better world.


And he had earthly consolation and affections also.


For a few days, I said, he seemed regardless of the puny successor to the departed: that coldness melted as fast as snow in April, and ere the tiny thing could stammer a word or totter a step it wielded a despot's sceptre in his heart.

For a few days, I said, he seemed unaware of Catherine's baby: but that coldness melted, and soon the tiny thing ruled his heart.


It was named Catherine; but he never called it the name in full, as he had never called the first Catherine short: probably because Heathcliff had a habit of doing so.


The little one was always Cathy: it formed to him a distinction from the mother, and yet a connection with her; and his attachment sprang from its relation to her, far more than from its being his own.

She was named Catherine, but he always called her Cathy: it gave her a distinction from the mother, and yet a connection with her.


I used to draw a comparison between him and Hindley Earnshaw, and perplex myself to explain satisfactorily why their conduct was so opposite in similar circumstances.

I used to compare Edgar to Hindley Earnshaw, whose conduct was so opposite in similar circumstances.


They had both been fond husbands, and were both attached to their children; and I could not see how they shouldn't both have taken the same road, for good or evil. But, I thought in my mind, Hindley, with apparently the stronger head, has shown himself sadly the worse and the weaker man.

They had both been fond husbands, and were both attached to their children; but Hindley was the worse and weaker man.


When his ship struck, the captain abandoned his post; and the crew, instead of trying to save her, rushed into riot and confusion, leaving no hope for their luckless vessel.


Linton, on the contrary, displayed the true courage of a loyal and faithful soul: he trusted God; and God comforted him.

Linton, on the contrary, trusted God; and God comforted him.


One hoped, and the other despaired: they chose their own lots, and were righteously doomed to endure them.


But you'll not want to hear my moralising, Mr. Lockwood; you'll judge, as well as I can, all these things: at least, you'll think you will, and that's the same.


The end of Earnshaw was what might have been expected; it followed fast on his sister's: there were scarcely six months between them.

Hindley's end was what might have been expected, scarcely six months after his sister's.


We, at the Grange, never got a very succinct account of his state preceding it; all that I did learn was on occasion of going to aid in the preparations for the funeral.


Mr. Kenneth came to announce the event to my master.


"Well, Nelly," said he, riding into the yard one morning, too early not to alarm me with an instant presentiment of bad news, "it's yours and my turn to go into mourning at present. Who's given us the slip now, do you think?"

'Well, Nelly,' said he, riding into the yard one morning, 'Who's given us the slip now, do you think?'


he returned, dismounting, and slinging his bridle on a hook by the door.


"And nip up the corner of your apron: I'm certain you'll need it."


"No, Heathcliff's a tough young fellow: he looks blooming to-day.

'No, Heathcliff's a tough young fellow.'


He's rapidly regaining flesh since he lost his better half."


Your old friend Hindley," he replied, "and my wicked gossip: though he's been too wild for me this long while. There! I said we should draw water. But cheer up! He died true to his character: drunk as a lord.

he replied, 'He died true to his character: drunk as a lord.


One can't help missing an old companion: though he had the worst tricks with him that ever man imagined, and has done me many a rascally turn.

One can't help missing an old companion: though he had the worst tricks that ever man imagined.


He's barely twenty-seven, it seems; that's your own age: who would have thought you were born in one year?"


I confess this blow was greater to me than the shock of Mrs. Linton's death: ancient associations lingered round my heart; I sat down in the porch and wept as for a blood relation, desiring Mr. Kenneth to get another servant to introduce him to the master.

This blow was greater to me than the shock of Mrs. Linton's death. I sat down and wept as if for a blood relation.


I could not hinder myself from pondering on the question-"Had he had fair play?"

I could not help pondering on the question - 'Had he had fair play?'


Whatever I did, that idea would bother me: it was so tiresomely pertinacious that I resolved on requesting leave to go to Wuthering Heights, and assist in the last duties to the dead.

That idea bothered me so much that I asked leave to go to Wuthering Heights, and assist in the last duties to the dead.


Mr. Linton was extremely reluctant to consent, but I pleaded eloquently for the friendless condition in which he lay; and I said my old master and foster-brother had a claim on my services as strong as his own.

Mr. Linton was extremely reluctant to consent, but I pleaded that my old master and foster-brother had a claim on my services as strong as his own.


Besides, I reminded him that the child Hareton was his wife's nephew, and, in the absence of nearer kin, he ought to act as its guardian; and he ought to and must inquire how the property was left, and look over the concerns of his brother-in-law.

Besides, I reminded him that the child Hareton was his wife's nephew, and that he ought to act as its guardian and inquire how the property was left.


He was unfit for attending to such matters then, but he bid me speak to his lawyer; and at length permitted me to go.

He told me to speak to his lawyer; and at length permitted me to go.


His lawyer had been Earnshaw's also: I called at the village, and asked him to accompany me.

Calling at the village, I asked the lawyer to accompany me.


He shook his head, and advised that Heathcliff should be let alone; affirming, if the truth were known, Hareton would be found little else than a beggar.

He shook his head, and advised that Heathcliff should be let alone. He thought that Hareton would be found little more than a beggar.


"His father died in debt," he said; "the whole property is mortgaged, and the sole chance for the natural heir is to allow him an opportunity of creating some interest in the creditor's heart, that he may be inclined to deal leniently towards him."

'His father died in debt,' he said; 'the whole property is mortgaged, and the only chance for Hareton is to allow him an opportunity of creating some interest in Heathcliff's heart, so that he may be kind to him.'


When I reached the Heights, I explained that I had come to see everything carried on decently; and Joseph, who appeared in sufficient distress, expressed satisfaction at my presence.

When I reached the Heights, I explained that I had come to see everything carried on decently.


Mr. Heathcliff said he did not perceive that I was wanted; but I might stay and order the arrangements for the funeral, if I chose.


"Correctly," he remarked, "that fool's body should be buried at the cross-roads, without ceremony of any kind.

'Really,' he remarked, 'that fool's body should be buried at the cross-roads, without ceremony.


I happened to leave him ten minutes yesterday afternoon, and in that interval he fastened the two doors of the house against me, and he has spent the night in drinking himself to death deliberately!

I happened to leave him for ten minutes yesterday, and in that interval he fastened the doors of the house against me, and then spent the night in drinking himself to death!


We broke in this morning, for we heard him sporting like a horse; and there he was, laid over the settle: flaying and scalping would not have wakened him.

We broke in this morning; and there he was, laid over the settle.


I sent for Kenneth, and he came; but not till the beast had changed into carrion: he was both dead and cold, and stark; and so you'll allow it was useless making more stir about him!"

I sent Joseph to get Kenneth, but he did not come till the beast had changed into carrion: he was cold and stark.'


The old servant confirmed this statement, but muttered:
"I'd rayther he'd goan hisseln for t' doctor! I sud ha' taen tent o' t' maister better nor him-and he warn't deead when I left, naught o' t' soart!"

Joseph confirmed this, but muttered: 'He warn't dead when I left, nowt o' the sort!'


I insisted on the funeral being respectable. Mr. Heathcliff said I might have my own way there too: only, he desired me to remember that the money for the whole affair came out of his pocket. He maintained a hard, careless deportment, indicative of neither joy nor sorrow: if anything, it expressed a flinty gratification at a piece of difficult work successfully executed.

At the funeral, Mr. Heathcliff appeared hard and careless.


I observed once, indeed, something like exultation in his aspect: it was just when the people were bearing the coffin from the house.

At one time, indeed, he even showed something like exultation: it was when the people were bearing the coffin from the house.


He had the hypocrisy to represent a mourner: and previous to following with Hareton, he lifted the unfortunate child on to the table and muttered, with peculiar gusto, "Now, my bonny lad, you are _mine_!

Before following it, he lifted Hareton on to the table and said, with peculiar gusto, 'Now, my bonny lad, you are mine!


And we'll see if one tree won't grow as crooked as another, with the same wind to twist it!"

And we'll see if one tree won't grow as crooked as another, with the same wind to twist it!'


The unsuspecting thing was pleased at this speech: he played with Heathcliff's whiskers, and stroked his cheek; but I divined its meaning, and observed tartly, "That boy must go back with me to Thrushcross Grange, sir.

The unsuspecting lad played with Heathcliff's whiskers, and stroked his cheek; but I observed tartly, 'That boy must go back with me to Thrushcross Grange, sir.


There is nothing in the world less yours than he is!"


"Does Linton say so?" he demanded.
"Of course-he has ordered me to take him," I replied.


"Well," said the scoundrel, "we'll not argue the subject now: but I have a fancy to try my hand at rearing a young one; so intimate to your master that I must supply the place of this with my own, if he attempt to remove it.

'Well,' said the scoundrel, 'we'll not argue now: but I have a fancy to try my hand at rearing a young one; so tell your master that I must supply the place of this with my own, if he should attempt to remove it.'


I don't engage to let Hareton go undisputed; but I'll be pretty sure to make the other come!


I repeated its substance on my return; and Edgar Linton, little interested at the commencement, spoke no more of interfering.

When I repeated it to Edgar, he spoke no more of interfering.


I'm not aware that he could have done it to any purpose, had he been ever so willing.


The guest was now the master of Wuthering Heights: he held firm possession, and proved to the attorney-who, in his turn, proved it to Mr. Linton-that Earnshaw had mortgaged every yard of land he owned for cash to supply his mania for gaming; and he, Heathcliff, was the mortgagee.

Heathcliff was now the master of Wuthering Heights: for Earnshaw had mortgaged every yard of land he owned to supply his mania for gaming; and Heathcliff was the mortgagee.


In that manner Hareton, who should now be the first gentleman in the neighbourhood, was reduced to a state of complete dependence on his father's inveterate enemy; and lives in his own house as a servant, deprived of the advantage of wages: quite unable to right himself, because of his friendlessness, and his ignorance that he has been wronged.

So Hareton became completely dependent on his father's enemy; and now he lives in his own house as a servant with no wages: quite unable to right himself, and ignorant that he has been wronged.


Another week over-and I am so many days nearer health, and spring!

Another week over, and I am nearer health, and spring!


I have now heard all my neighbour's history, at different sittings, as the housekeeper could spare time from more important occupations.

I have now heard all my neighbour's history, at different sittings.


I'll continue it in her own words, only a little condensed.


She is, on the whole, a very fair narrator, and I don't think I could improve her style.

She is a very fair narrator, and I don't think I could improve her style.


In the evening, she said, the evening of my visit to the Heights, I knew, as well as if I saw him, that Mr. Heathcliff was about the place; and I shunned going out, because I still carried his letter in my pocket, and didn't want to be threatened or teased any more.

Mrs. Dean said: In the evening of my visit to the Heights, I knew as well as if I saw him that Mr. Heathcliff was around Thrushcross Grange. I shunned going out, because I still carried his letter in my pocket, and didn't want to be threatened any more.


I had made up my mind not to give it till my master went somewhere, as I could not guess how its receipt would affect Catherine.

I had decided not to give it to Catherine till my master went out, as I could not guess how it would affect her.


The consequence was, that it did not reach her before the lapse of three days.

In consequence, it did not reach her for three days.


The fourth was Sunday, and I brought it into her room after the family were gone to church.

The fourth day was Sunday, and I brought it to her after the family were gone to church.


There was a manservant left to keep the house with me, and we generally made a practice of locking the doors during the hours of service; but on that occasion the weather was so warm and pleasant that I set them wide open, and, to fulfil my engagement, as I knew who would be coming, I told my companion that the mistress wished very much for some oranges, and he must run over to the village and get a few, to be paid for on the morrow.

There was a manservant left in the house with me, and we generally locked the doors; but on that occasion the weather was so warm and pleasant that I set them wide open; and, as I knew who would be coming, I told the servant that the mistress wished for some oranges, and he must run over to the village and get a few.


Mrs. Linton sat in a loose white dress, with a light shawl over her shoulders, in the recess of the open window, as usual.

Mrs. Linton sat in a white dress, with a light shawl over her shoulders, by the open window, as usual.


Her thick, long hair had been partly removed at the beginning of her illness, and now she wore it simply combed in its natural tresses over her temples and neck.

Her thick, long hair had been cut at the beginning of her illness, and now she wore it simply combed over her temples and neck.


Her appearance was altered, as I had told Heathcliff; but when she was calm, there seemed unearthly beauty in the change.


The flash of her eyes had been succeeded by a dreamy and melancholy softness; they no longer gave the impression of looking at the objects around her: they appeared always to gaze beyond, and far beyond-you would have said out of this world.

The flash of her eyes had been succeeded by a dreamy and melancholy softness; they appeared always to gaze beyond this world.


Then, the paleness of her face-its haggard aspect having vanished as she recovered flesh-and the peculiar expression arising from her mental state, though painfully suggestive of their causes, added to the touching interest which she awakened; and-invariably to me, I know, and to any person who saw her, I should think-refuted more tangible proofs of convalescence, and stamped her as one doomed to decay.

Her pale face and peculiar expression stamped her as one doomed to die.


A book lay spread on the sill before her, and the scarcely perceptible wind fluttered its leaves at intervals.

A book lay spread on the sill before her, the wind fluttering its leaves.


I believe Linton had laid it there: for she never endeavoured to divert herself with reading, or occupation of any kind, and he would spend many an hour in trying to entice her attention to some subject which had formerly been her amusement.

I believe Linton had laid it there: for he would spend many an hour in trying to interest her in some subject which had formerly amused her.


She was conscious of his aim, and in her better moods endured his efforts placidly, only showing their uselessness by now and then suppressing a wearied sigh, and checking him at last with the saddest of smiles and kisses.

In her better moods she endured his efforts placidly, only now and then suppressing a wearied sigh, and stopping him at last with the saddest of smiles and kisses.


At other times, she would turn petulantly away, and hide her face in her hands, or even push him off angrily; and then he took care to let her alone, for he was certain of doing no good.

At other times, she would turn petulantly away, and hide her face in her hands, or even push him off angrily.


Gimmerton chapel bells were still ringing; and the full, mellow flow of the beck in the valley came soothingly on the ear.

Gimmerton chapel bells were still ringing; and the mellow flow of the beck came soothingly on the ear.


It was a sweet substitute for the yet absent murmur of the summer foliage, which drowned that music about the Grange when the trees were in leaf.


At Wuthering Heights it always sounded on quiet days following a great thaw or a season of steady rain.

At Wuthering Heights it always sounded on quiet days following a great thaw or steady rain.


And of Wuthering Heights Catherine was thinking as she listened: that is, if she thought or listened at all; but she had the vague, distant look I mentioned before, which expressed no recognition of material things either by ear or eye.

And of Wuthering Heights Catherine was thinking as she listened: that is, if she thought or listened at all; she had a vague, distant look.


"There's a letter for you, Mrs. Linton," I said, gently inserting it in one hand that rested on her knee.

'There's a letter for you, Mrs. Linton,' I said, gently putting it in her hand.


"You must read it immediately, because it wants an answer.

'You must read it immediately, because it wants an answer.


"Yes," she answered, without altering the direction of her eyes.

'Yes,' she answered, without looking at it.


She drew away her hand, and let it fall.


I replaced it in her lap, and stood waiting till it should please her to glance down; but that movement was so long delayed that at last I resumed-"Must I read it, ma'am?

Then I stood waiting till she should glance down; but she did not, so at last I said, 'Must I read it, ma'am?


There was a start and a troubled gleam of recollection, and a struggle to arrange her ideas.

There was a start and a troubled gleam of recollection.


She lifted the letter, and seemed to peruse it; and when she came to the signature she sighed: yet still I found she had not gathered its import, for, upon my desiring to hear her reply, she merely pointed to the name, and gazed at me with mournful and questioning eagerness.

She lifted the letter, and seemed to read it; and when she came to the signature she sighed: yet still I found she had not gathered its meaning, for she merely pointed to the name, and gazed at me with mournful and questioning eagerness.


"Well, he wishes to see you," said I, guessing her need of an interpreter.


"He's in the garden by this time, and impatient to know what answer I shall bring."

'He's in the garden, and impatient to know your answer.'


As I spoke, I observed a large dog lying on the sunny grass beneath raise its ears as if about to bark, and then smoothing them back, announce, by a wag of the tail, that some one approached whom it did not consider a stranger.

As I spoke, I observed a large dog lying outside on the grass raise its ears and wag its tail, announcing that someone approached whom it did not consider a stranger.


Mrs. Linton bent forward, and listened breathlessly.


The minute after a step traversed the hall; the open house was too tempting for Heathcliff to resist walking in: most likely he supposed that I was inclined to shirk my promise, and so resolved to trust to his own audacity.

A step crossed the hall; the open house was too tempting for Heathcliff to resist walking in.


With straining eagerness Catherine gazed towards the entrance of her chamber.

With straining eagerness Catherine gazed towards the doorway.


He did not hit the right room directly: she motioned me to admit him, but he found it out ere I could reach the door, and in a stride or two was at her side, and had her grasped in his arms.

In a stride or two he was at her side, and had her grasped in his arms.


He neither spoke nor loosed his hold for some five minutes, during which period he bestowed more kisses than ever he gave in his life before, I daresay: but then my mistress had kissed him first, and I plainly saw that he could hardly bear, for downright agony, to look into her face!

He neither spoke nor loosed his hold for some five minutes, during which time he bestowed more kisses than ever he gave in his life before, I daresay: but my mistress had kissed him first, and I plainly saw that he could hardly bear, for downright agony, to look into her face!


The same conviction had stricken him as me, from the instant he beheld her, that there was no prospect of ultimate recovery there-she was fated, sure to die.

The instant he beheld her, he knew that there was no prospect of recovery - she was fated, sure to die.


was the first sentence he uttered, in a tone that did not seek to disguise his despair.

was the first sentence he uttered, in a tone of despair.


And now he stared at her so earnestly that I thought the very intensity of his gaze would bring tears into his eyes; but they burned with anguish: they did not melt.

He stared at her earnestly; but his eyes burned with anguish, not with tears.


said Catherine, leaning back, and returning his look with a suddenly clouded brow: her humour was a mere vane for constantly varying caprices.

said Catherine, leaning back, and returning his look with a clouded brow.


"You and Edgar have broken my heart, Heathcliff!

'You and Edgar have broken my heart, Heathcliff!


And you both come to bewail the deed to me, as if you were the people to be pitied!

And you both bewail the deed to me, as if you were the people to be pitied!


You have killed me-and thriven on it, I think. How strong you are!

You have killed me - and grown strong on it!


How many years do you mean to live after I am gone?"

How many years do you mean to live after I am gone?'


Heathcliff had knelt on one knee to embrace her; he attempted to rise, but she seized his hair, and kept him down.

Heathcliff had knelt to embrace her; he attempted to rise, but she seized his hair, and kept him down.


"I wish I could hold you," she continued, bitterly, "till we were both dead!

'I wish I could hold you,' she continued bitterly, 'till we were both dead!


Will you be happy when I am in the earth?


Will you say twenty years hence, 'That's the grave of Catherine Earnshaw? I loved her long ago, and was wretched to lose her; but it is past.

Will you say twenty years hence, "That's the grave of Catherine Earnshaw - I loved her long ago; but it is past.


I've loved many others since: my children are dearer to me than she was; and, at death, I shall not rejoice that I am going to her: I shall be sorry that I must leave them!'

I've loved many others since: my children are dearer to me than she was; and, at death, I shall not rejoice that I am going to her: I shall be sorry that I must leave them!"


"Don't torture me till I'm as mad as yourself," cried he, wrenching his head free, and grinding his teeth.

'Don't torture me,' cried he, wrenching his head free, and grinding his teeth.


The two, to a cool spectator, made a strange and fearful picture.

They made a strange and fearful picture.


Well might Catherine deem that heaven would be a land of exile to her, unless with her mortal body she cast away her moral character also.


Her present countenance had a wild vindictiveness in its white cheek, and a bloodless lip and scintillating eye; and she retained in her closed fingers a portion of the locks she had been grasping.

Catherine's face had a wild vindictiveness in its white cheek, and a bloodless lip and glittering eye; and she still held some of his hair in her fingers.


As to her companion, while raising himself with one hand, he had taken her arm with the other; and so inadequate was his stock of gentleness to the requirements of her condition, that on his letting go I saw four distinct impressions left blue in the colourless skin.

Her companion had taken her arm so roughly that on his letting go I saw four distinct impressions left blue in the colourless skin.


"Are you possessed with a devil," he pursued, savagely, "to talk in that manner to me when you are dying?

'Are you possessed with a devil,' he said savagely, 'to talk in that manner to me when you are dying?


Do you reflect that all those words will be branded in my memory, and eating deeper eternally after you have left me?

Those words will be branded in my memory eternally after you have left me.


You know you lie to say I have killed you: and, Catherine, you know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!


Is it not sufficient for your infernal selfishness, that while you are at peace I shall writhe in the torments of hell?"

Is it not sufficient for your infernal selfishness, that while you are at peace I shall writhe in the torments of hell?'


"I shall not be at peace," moaned Catherine, recalled to a sense of physical weakness by the violent, unequal throbbing of her heart, which beat visibly and audibly under this excess of agitation.

'I shall not be at peace,' moaned Catherine, her heart beating visibly in her agitation.


She said nothing further till the paroxysm was over; then she continued, more kindly-


"I'm not wishing you greater torment than I have, Heathcliff.

'I'm not wishing you greater torment than I have, Heathcliff.


I only wish us never to be parted: and should a word of mine distress you hereafter, think I feel the same distress underground, and for my own sake, forgive me!

I only wish us never to be parted: and should my words distress you hereafter, think I feel the same distress underground, and forgive me!


Nay, if you nurse anger, that will be worse to remember than my harsh words!

Your anger will be worse to remember than my harsh words!


Heathcliff went to the back of her chair, and leant over, but not so far as to let her see his face, which was livid with emotion.

Heathcliff went to the back of her chair, his face white with emotion.


She bent round to look at him; he would not permit it: turning abruptly, he walked to the fireplace, where he stood, silent, with his back towards us.

She bent round to look at him; but turning abruptly, he walked to the fireplace, where he stood silent, his back towards us.


Mrs. Linton's glance followed him suspiciously: every movement woke a new sentiment in her. After a pause and a prolonged gaze, she resumed; addressing me in accents of indignant disappointment:-

Mrs. Linton's glance followed him suspiciously: after a pause she said to me, with indignant disappointment:-


"Oh, you see, Nelly, he would not relent a moment to keep me out of the grave.

'Oh, you see, Nelly, he would not relent a moment to keep me out of the grave.


I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he's in my soul.'


And," added she musingly, "the thing that irks me most is this shattered prison, after all.

She added musingly, 'The thing that irks me most is this shattered prison.


I'm wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it, and in it.

I'm wearying to escape into that glorious world: not seeing it dimly through tears, but to be really in it.


Nelly, you think you are better and more fortunate than I; in full health and strength: you are sorry for me-very soon that will be altered.

Nelly, you are sorry for me - very soon that will be altered.


I shall be incomparably beyond and above you all.

I shall be far beyond and above you all.


In her eagerness she rose and supported herself on the arm of the chair.


At that earnest appeal he turned to her, looking absolutely desperate.

He turned to her, looking absolutely desperate.


His eyes, wide and wet, at last flashed fiercely on her; his breast heaved convulsively.

His eyes, wide and wet, flashed fiercely on her; his breast heaved convulsively.


An instant they held asunder, and then how they met I hardly saw, but Catherine made a spring, and he caught her, and they were locked in an embrace from which I thought my mistress would never be released alive: in fact, to my eyes, she seemed directly insensible.

An instant they held apart, and then Catherine made a spring, and he caught her, and they were locked in an embrace from which I thought my mistress would never be released alive: in fact, she seemed unconscious.


He flung himself into the nearest seat, and on my approaching hurriedly to ascertain if she had fainted, he gnashed at me, and foamed like a mad dog, and gathered her to him with greedy jealousy.

He flung himself into the nearest seat, and on my approaching to see if she had fainted, he gnashed at me, and foamed like a mad dog, and held her with greedy jealousy.


I did not feel as if I were in the company of a creature of my own species: it appeared that he would not understand, though I spoke to him; so I stood off, and held my tongue, in great perplexity.

I did not feel as if he were human; so I stood off, in great perplexity.


A movement of Catherine's relieved me a little presently: she put up her hand to clasp his neck, and bring her cheek to his as he held her; while he, in return, covering her with frantic caresses, said wildly-

A movement of Catherine's relieved me a little: she put up her hand to his cheek; while he, covering her with frantic caresses, said wildly-


"You teach me now how cruel you've been-cruel and false.


_Why_ did you betray your own heart, Cathy?

Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy?


Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they'll blight you-they'll damn you.

Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; your tears will damn you.


You loved me-then what _right_ had you to leave me?

You loved me - what right had you to leave me?


What right-answer me-for the poor fancy you felt for Linton?


Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, _you_, of your own will, did it.

Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it.


I have not broken your heart-_you_ have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.

I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.


So much the worse for me that I am strong.


What kind of living will it be when you-oh, God!

What kind of living will it be when you - oh, God!


would _you_ like to live with your soul in the grave?"

would you like to live with your soul in the grave?'


You left me too: but I won't upbraid you! I forgive you.


"It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands," he answered.

'It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered.


"Kiss me again; and don't let me see your eyes!

'Kiss me again; and don't let me see your eyes!


They were silent-their faces hid against each other, and washed by each other's tears.

They were silent - their faces hidden against each other, and washed by each other's tears.


At least, I suppose the weeping was on both sides; as it seemed Heathcliff could weep on a great occasion like this.


I grew very uncomfortable, meanwhile; for the afternoon wore fast away, the man whom I had sent off returned from his errand, and I could distinguish, by the shine of the western sun up the valley, a concourse thickening outside Gimmerton chapel porch.

I grew very uncomfortable, meanwhile; for the afternoon wore fast away, and I could see a crowd outside Gimmerton chapel.


"My master will be here in half an hour."

'My master will be here in half an hour.'


Heathcliff groaned a curse, and strained Catherine closer: she never moved.


Ere long I perceived a group of the servants passing up the road towards the kitchen wing.

Soon I perceived a group of the servants approaching.


Mr. Linton was not far behind; he opened the gate himself and sauntered slowly up, probably enjoying the lovely afternoon that breathed as soft as summer.

Mr. Linton was not far behind; he sauntered slowly up, probably enjoying the lovely afternoon.


You'll not meet any one on the front stairs.


Do be quick; and stay among the trees till he is fairly in."

Do be quick; and stay among the trees till he is inside.'


"I must go, Cathy," said Heathcliff, seeking to extricate himself from his companion's arms.


"But if I live, I'll see you again before you are asleep.

'But I'll see you again before you are asleep.


I won't stray five yards from your window."

I won't stray five yards from your window.'


she answered, holding him as firmly as her strength allowed.


"I _must_-Linton will be up immediately," persisted the alarmed intruder.

'I must - Linton will be up immediately,' he persisted, alarmed.


He would have risen, and unfixed her fingers by the act-she clung fast, gasping: there was mad resolution in her face.

He would have risen - but she clung fast to him, gasping: there was mad resolution in her face.


There he is," cried Heathcliff, sinking back into his seat.

There he is,' cried Heathcliff, sinking back into his seat.


If he shot me so, I'd expire with a blessing on my lips."

If he shot me so, I'd expire with a blessing on my lips.'


I heard my master mounting the stairs-the cold sweat ran from my forehead: I was horrified.

I heard my master mounting the stairs - the cold sweat ran from my forehead: I was horrified.


"Are you going to listen to her ravings?"

'Are you going to listen to her ravings?'


Will you ruin her, because she has not wit to help herself?


That is the most diabolical deed that ever you did.


We are all done for-master, mistress, and servant."


I wrung my hands, and cried out; and Mr. Linton hastened his step at the noise.


In the midst of my agitation, I was sincerely glad to observe that Catherine's arms had fallen relaxed, and her head hung down.

In my agitation, I was glad to observe that Catherine's arms had fallen limp, and her head hung down.


"She's fainted, or dead," I thought: "so much the better.

'She's fainted, or dead,' I thought: 'so much the better.


Far better that she should be dead, than lingering a burden and a misery-maker to all about her."

Far better that she should be dead, than lingering a burden and a misery-maker to all about her.'


Edgar sprang to his unbidden guest, blanched with astonishment and rage.

Edgar sprang to Heathcliff, pale with astonishment and rage.


What he meant to do I cannot tell; however, the other stopped all demonstrations, at once, by placing the lifeless-looking form in his arms.

What he meant to do I cannot tell; Heathcliff at once placed the lifeless-looking form in his arms.


"Unless you be a fiend, help her first-then you shall speak to me!"

'Help her first - then you shall speak to me!'


He walked into the parlour, and sat down.


Mr. Linton summoned me, and with great difficulty, and after resorting to many means, we managed to restore her to sensation; but she was all bewildered; she sighed, and moaned, and knew nobody.

Mr. Linton summoned me, and with great difficulty we managed to restore her to sensation; but she was bewildered; she sighed, and moaned, and knew nobody.


Edgar, in his anxiety for her, forgot her hated friend.

Edgar, in his anxiety, forgot her hated friend.


I went, at the earliest opportunity, and besought him to depart; affirming that Catherine was better, and he should hear from me in the morning how she passed the night.

I went, at the earliest opportunity, and begged him to depart; affirming that Catherine was better, and that he should hear from me in the morning how she passed the night.


"I shall not refuse to go out of doors," he answered; "but I shall stay in the garden: and, Nelly, mind you keep your word to-morrow.

'I shall stay in the garden,' he answered; 'and, Nelly, mind you keep your word tomorrow.


or I pay another visit, whether Linton be in or not."


He sent a rapid glance through the half-open door of the chamber, and, ascertaining that what I stated was apparently true, delivered the house of his luckless presence.

With a last glance at the door, he left.


Sometimes, while meditating on these things in solitude, I've got up in a sudden terror, and put on my bonnet to go see how all was at the farm.


I've persuaded my conscience that it was a duty to warn him how people talked regarding his ways; and then I've recollected his confirmed bad habits, and, hopeless of benefiting him, have flinched from re-entering the dismal house, doubting if I could bear to be taken at my word.

I decided that it was my duty to warn Hindley how people talked regarding his bad habits; but I flinched from re-entering his dismal house.


One time I passed the old gate, going out of my way, on a journey to Gimmerton.

One bright, frosty afternoon I passed it on the way to Gimmerton.


It was about the period that my narrative has reached: a bright frosty afternoon; the ground bare, and the road hard and dry.


I came to a stone where the highway branches off on to the moor at your left hand; a rough sand-pillar, with the letters W. H. cut on its north side, on the east, G., and on the south-west, T. G. It serves as a guide-post to the Grange, the Heights, and village. The sun shone yellow on its grey head, reminding me of summer; and I cannot say why, but all at once a gush of child's sensations flowed into my heart.

When I came to a stone sign-post showing the path to the Heights, a gush of child's sensations flowed into my heart.


Hindley and I held it a favourite spot twenty years before.

It had been a favourite spot for Hindley and I twenty years before.


I gazed long at the weather-worn block; and, stooping down, perceived a hole near the bottom still full of snail-shells and pebbles, which we were fond of storing there with more perishable things; and, as fresh as reality, it appeared that I beheld my early playmate seated on the withered turf: his dark, square head bent forward, and his little hand scooping out the earth with a piece of slate.

I gazed at the weather-worn block; and seemed to behold my early playmate seated on the withered turf: his dark, square head bent forward, and his little hand digging.


I started: my bodily eye was cheated into a momentary belief that the child lifted its face and stared straight into mine!

The child lifted its face and stared straight into mine!


It vanished in a twinkling; but immediately I felt an irresistible yearning to be at the Heights.

It vanished in a twinkling; but immediately I felt a yearning to be at the Heights.


Superstition urged me to comply with this impulse: supposing he should be dead! I thought-or should die soon!-supposing it were a sign of death!

Superstition urged me to go: supposing it were a sign of death!


The nearer I got to the house the more agitated I grew; and on catching sight of it I trembled in every limb. The apparition had outstripped me: it stood looking through the gate. That was my first idea on observing an elf-locked, brown-eyed boy setting his ruddy countenance against the bars.

As I got nearer to the house I trembled in every limb, for the apparition stood there again, looking through the gate, an elf-haired, brown-eyed boy pressing his face against the bars.


Further reflection suggested this must be Hareton, _my_ Hareton, not altered greatly since I left him, ten months since.

Then I realised it was Hareton, my Hareton, not altered greatly since I left him, ten months since.


I cried, forgetting instantaneously my foolish fears.


"Hareton, it's Nelly! Nelly, thy nurse."


He retreated out of arm's length, and picked up a large flint.

He retreated, and picked up a large stone.


"I am come to see thy father, Hareton," I added, guessing from the action that Nelly, if she lived in his memory at all, was not recognised as one with me.

'I am come to see thy father, Hareton,' I added, guessing that he did not remember me.


He raised his missile to hurl it; I commenced a soothing speech, but could not stay his hand: the stone struck my bonnet; and then ensued, from the stammering lips of the little fellow, a string of curses, which, whether he comprehended them or not, were delivered with practised emphasis, and distorted his baby features into a shocking expression of malignity. You may be certain this grieved more than angered me.

He hurled his missile. It struck my bonnet; and then from the stammering lips of the little fellow came a string of curses, which grieved more than angered me.


Fit to cry, I took an orange from my pocket, and offered it to propitiate him.

I took an orange from my pocket, and offered it to him.


He hesitated, and then snatched it from my hold; as if he fancied I only intended to tempt and disappoint him.


I showed another, keeping it out of his reach.


"Who has taught you those fine words, my bairn?"

'Who has taught you those fine words, my child?'


"Tell us where you got your lessons, and you shall have it," said I.

'Tell us where you got your lessons, and you shall have it,' said I.


He jumped at the fruit; I raised it higher.


"Naught," said he, "but to keep out of his gait.

'Naught,' said he, 'but to keep out of his way.


Daddy cannot bide me, because I swear at him."

Daddy cannot bide me, because I swear at him.'


and the devil teaches you to swear at daddy?"

and the devil teaches you to swear at daddy?'


Desiring to have his reasons for liking him, I could only gather the sentences-"I known't: he pays dad back what he gies to me-he curses daddy for cursing me.


"And the curate does not teach you to read and write, then?"

'And the curate does not teach you to read and write, then?'


"No, I was told the curate should have his -- teeth dashed down his -- throat, if he stepped over the threshold-Heathcliff had promised that!"

'No, Heathcliff said the curate should have his ___ teeth dashed down his ___ throat, if he came here!'


I put the orange in his hand, and bade him tell his father that a woman called Nelly Dean was waiting to speak with him, by the garden gate.

I put the orange in his hand, and bade him tell his father that Nelly Dean was waiting to speak with him.


He went up the walk, and entered the house; but, instead of Hindley, Heathcliff appeared on the door-stones; and I turned directly and ran down the road as hard as ever I could race, making no halt till I gained the guide-post, and feeling as scared as if I had raised a goblin.

He entered the house; but, instead of Hindley, Heathcliff appeared at the door; and I turned and ran down the road as hard as I could, not stopping till I reached the guide-post.


This is not much connected with Miss Isabella's affair: except that it urged me to resolve further on mounting vigilant guard, and doing my utmost to check the spread of such bad influence at the Grange: even though I should wake a domestic storm, by thwarting Mrs. Linton's pleasure.


The next time Heathcliff came my young lady chanced to be feeding some pigeons in the court.

The next time Heathcliff came to the Grange, Isabella was feeding pigeons in the courtyard.


She had never spoken a word to her sister-in-law for three days; but she had likewise dropped her fretful complaining, and we found it a great comfort.


Heathcliff had not the habit of bestowing a single unnecessary civility on Miss Linton, I knew.


Now, as soon as he beheld her, his first precaution was to take a sweeping survey of the house-front.

On seeing her, he surveyed the house-front.


I was standing by the kitchen-window, but I drew out of sight.


He then stepped across the pavement to her, and said something: she seemed embarrassed, and desirous of getting away; to prevent it, he laid his hand on her arm.

He then stepped across the pavement to her, and said something: she seemed embarrassed, and wanted to get away, but he laid his hand on her arm.


She averted her face: he apparently put some question which she had no mind to answer. There was another rapid glance at the house, and supposing himself unseen, the scoundrel had the impudence to embrace her.

She averted her face: he put some question; and then, after another rapid glance at the house, and supposing himself unseen, the scoundrel had the impudence to embrace her.


I ejaculated. "You are a hypocrite, too, are you? A deliberate deceiver."


said Catherine's voice at my elbow: I had been over-intent on watching the pair outside to mark her entrance.


I answered, warmly: "the sneaking rascal yonder.


Ah, he has caught a glimpse of us-he is coming in!


I wonder will he have the heart to find a plausible excuse for making love to Miss, when he told you he hated her?"

I wonder if he will try to find an excuse for making love to Miss, after he told you he hated her?'


Mrs. Linton saw Isabella tear herself free, and run into the garden; and a minute after, Heathcliff opened the door.

We saw Isabella tear herself free, and run into the garden. A minute later, Heathcliff opened the door.


I couldn't withhold giving some loose to my indignation; but Catherine angrily insisted on silence, and threatened to order me out of the kitchen, if I dared to be so presumptuous as to put in my insolent tongue.

I began to express my indignation; but Catherine angrily threatened to send me out of the kitchen, if I did not hold my tongue.


"To hear you, people might think you were the mistress!"

'One might think you were the mistress!'


"You want setting down in your right place!


Heathcliff, what are you about, raising this stir?


I said you must let Isabella alone!-I beg you will, unless you are tired of being received here, and wish Linton to draw the bolts against you!"

Let Isabella alone! - unless you wish Linton to lock the door against you!'


Every day I grow madder after sending him to heaven!"

'Every day I grow madder wanting to send him to heaven!'


said Catherine, shutting the inner door.


Why have you disregarded my request? Did she come across you on purpose?"


"I have a right to kiss her, if she chooses; and you have no right to object.

'I have a right to kiss her, if she chooses; and you have no right to object.


I am not _your_ husband: _you_ needn't be jealous of me!"

I am not your husband: you needn't be jealous of me!'


"I'm not jealous of you," replied the mistress; "I'm jealous for you.

'I'm not jealous of you,' replied the mistress; 'I'm jealous for you.


Clear your face: you sha'n't scowl at me!


If you like Isabella, you shall marry her.


"And would Mr. Linton approve of his sister marrying that man?"


"Mr. Linton should approve," returned my lady, decisively.


"He might spare himself the trouble," said Heathcliff: "I could do as well without his approbation.


And as to you, Catherine, I have a mind to speak a few words now, while we are at it.


I want you to be aware that I _know_ you have treated me infernally-infernally!

'You have treated me infernally - infernally!' said Heathcliff.


And if you flatter yourself that I don't perceive it, you are a fool; and if you think I can be consoled by sweet words, you are an idiot: and if you fancy I'll suffer unrevenged, I'll convince you of the contrary, in a very little while!

And if you think I don't know it, you are a fool; and if you think I can be consoled by sweet words, you are an idiot: and if you fancy I'll suffer unrevenged, I'll convince you of the contrary!


Meantime, thank you for telling me your sister-in-law's secret: I swear I'll make the most of it.

Meantime, thank you for telling me Isabella's secret: I'll make the most of it.


"What new phase of his character is this?"


"I've treated you infernally-and you'll take your revenge!


And how will you take revenge, ungrateful brute?'


"I seek no revenge on you," replied Heathcliff, less vehemently.

'I seek no revenge on you,' replied Heathcliff.


The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him; they crush those beneath them.

The tyrant grinds down his slaves, but they in turn crush those beneath them.


You are welcome to torture me to death for your amusement, only allow me to amuse myself a little in the same style, and refrain from insult as much as you are able.

You are welcome to torture me to death for your amusement, only allow me to amuse myself a little in the same style.


Having levelled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home.


If I imagined you really wished me to marry Isabel, I'd cut my throat!"

If I imagined you really wished me to marry Isabella, I'd cut my throat!'


"Oh, the evil is that I am _not_ jealous, is it?"

'Oh, the evil is that I am not jealous, is it?'


"Well, I won't repeat my offer of a wife: it is as bad as offering Satan a lost soul.


Your bliss lies, like his, in inflicting misery.


Edgar is restored from the ill-temper he gave way to at your coming; I begin to be secure and tranquil; and you, restless to know us at peace, appear resolved on exciting a quarrel.

'Because you see Edgar and I at peace, secure and tranquil, you are resolved to start a quarrel.


Quarrel with Edgar, if you please, Heathcliff, and deceive his sister: you'll hit on exactly the most efficient method of revenging yourself on me."

Quarrel with Edgar, if you please, Heathcliff, and deceive his sister: you'll hit on exactly the most efficient method of revenging yourself on me.'


Mrs. Linton sat down by the fire, flushed and gloomy.


The spirit which served her was growing intractable: she could neither lay nor control it.


He stood on the hearth with folded arms, brooding on his evil thoughts; and in this position I left them to seek the master, who was wondering what kept Catherine below so long.

Heathcliff stood on the hearth with folded arms, brooding on his evil thoughts. I left them and went to the master, who was wondering what kept Catherine downstairs so long.


"Ellen," said he, when I entered, "have you seen your mistress?"

'Ellen,' said he, 'have you seen your mistress?'


"Yes; she's in the kitchen, sir," I answered.

'Yes; she's in the kitchen, sir,' I answered.


"She's sadly put out by Mr. Heathcliff's behaviour: and, indeed, I do think it's time to arrange his visits on another footing.

'She's sadly put out by Mr. Heathcliff's behaviour: and, indeed, I think it's time to stop his visits.'


There's harm in being too soft, and now it's come to this-."


And I related the scene in the court, and, as near as I dared, the whole subsequent dispute.

And I related the scene in the courtyard.


I fancied it could not be very prejudicial to Mrs. Linton; unless she made it so afterwards, by assuming the defensive for her guest.


Edgar Linton had difficulty in hearing me to the close.

Edgar Linton had difficulty in hearing me to the end.


His first words revealed that he did not clear his wife of blame.


"It is disgraceful that she should own him for a friend, and force his company on me!

'It is disgraceful that she should have him for a friend, and force his company on me!


Call me two servants out of the hall, Ellen.


Catherine shall linger no longer to argue with the low ruffian-I have humoured her enough."


He descended, and bidding the servants wait in the passage, went, followed by me, to the kitchen.


Its occupants had recommenced their angry discussion: Mrs. Linton, at least, was scolding with renewed vigour; Heathcliff had moved to the window, and hung his head, somewhat cowed by her violent rating apparently.

Mrs. Linton was scolding Heathcliff with renewed vigour; he had moved to the window, and hung his head.


He saw the master first, and made a hasty motion that she should be silent; which she obeyed, abruptly, on discovering the reason of his intimation.

He saw the master first, and made a hasty motion that she should be silent; which she obeyed, abruptly.


said Linton, addressing her; "what notion of propriety must you have to remain here, after the language which has been held to you by that blackguard?

said Linton, addressing her; 'how can you remain here, after the language which that blackguard has used?


I suppose, because it is his ordinary talk you think nothing of it: you are habituated to his baseness, and, perhaps, imagine I can get used to it too!"

I suppose you are accustomed to his baseness!'


"Have you been listening at the door, Edgar?"

'Have you been listening at the door, Edgar?'


asked the mistress, in a tone particularly calculated to provoke her husband, implying both carelessness and contempt of his irritation.

asked the mistress, in a tone of carelessness and contempt.


Heathcliff, who had raised his eyes at the former speech, gave a sneering laugh at the latter; on purpose, it seemed, to draw Mr. Linton's attention to him. He succeeded; but Edgar did not mean to entertain him with any high flights of passion.

Heathcliff gave a sneering laugh; but Edgar remained calm.


"I've been so far forbearing with you, sir," he said quietly; "not that I was ignorant of your miserable, degraded character, but I felt you were only partly responsible for that; and Catherine wishing to keep up your acquaintance, I acquiesced-foolishly.

'I've been forbearing with you, sir,' he said quietly; 'because I felt you were only partly responsible for your degraded character; and since Catherine wished to keep up your acquaintance, I agreed - foolishly.


Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous: for that cause, and to prevent worse consequences, I shall deny you hereafter admission into this house, and give notice now that I require your instant departure.

Your presence is a moral poison; and I deny you admission into this house, and request your instant departure.'


Three minutes' delay will render it involuntary and ignominious.'


Heathcliff measured the height and breadth of the speaker with an eye full of derision.


"Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!"

'Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!'


"It is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles.

'It is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles.


Mr. Linton, I'm mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down!"

Mr. Linton, I'm sorry that you are not worth knocking down!'


My master glanced towards the passage, and signed me to fetch the men: he had no intention of hazarding a personal encounter.

My master signed me to fetch the servants.


I obeyed the hint; but Mrs. Linton, suspecting something, followed; and when I attempted to call them, she pulled me back, slammed the door to, and locked it.

Mrs. Linton, however, pulled me back, slammed the door, and locked it.


she said, in answer to her husband's look of angry surprise.


"If you have not courage to attack him, make an apology, or allow yourself to be beaten.

'If you have not courage to attack him, apologise, or allow yourself to be beaten.


It will correct you of feigning more valour than you possess.


No, I'll swallow the key before you shall get it!


I'm delightfully rewarded for my kindness to each!


After constant indulgence of one's weak nature, and the other's bad one, I earn for thanks two samples of blind ingratitude, stupid to absurdity!

I have indulged your weak nature, and Heathcliff's bad one, and I earn for thanks blind, stupid ingratitude!


Edgar, I was defending you and yours; and I wish Heathcliff may flog you sick, for daring to think an evil thought of me!"

Edgar, I was defending you and yours; and I wish Heathcliff may flog you sick, for daring to think an evil thought of me!'


It did not need the medium of a flogging to produce that effect on the master.


He tried to wrest the key from Catherine's grasp, and for safety she flung it into the hottest part of the fire; whereupon Mr. Edgar was taken with a nervous trembling, and his countenance grew deadly pale.

Mr. Edgar tried to wrest the key from her grasp. She flung it into the fire; whereupon he was taken with a nervous trembling, and grew deadly pale.


For his life he could not avert that excess of emotion: mingled anguish and humiliation overcame him completely.

Anguish and humiliation overcame him completely.


He leant on the back of a chair, and covered his face.

He leant on a chair, and covered his face.


In old days this would win you knighthood!"


exclaimed Mrs. Linton. "We are vanquished!

We are vanquished!' exclaimed Mrs. Linton.


'Heathcliff would as soon lift a finger at you as the king would march his army against a colony of mice.


Your type is not a lamb, it's a sucking leveret."


"I wish you joy of the milk-blooded coward, Cathy!"

'I wish you joy of the milk-blooded coward, Cathy!'


And that is the slavering, shivering thing you preferred to me!

'That is the shivering thing you preferred to me!


I would not strike him with my fist, but I'd kick him with my foot, and experience considerable satisfaction.


Is he weeping, or is he going to faint for fear?"

Is he weeping, or is he going to faint with fear?'


The fellow approached and gave the chair on which Linton rested a push.


He'd better have kept his distance: my master quickly sprang erect, and struck him full on the throat a blow that would have levelled a slighter man.

He had better have kept his distance: my master quickly sprang up, and struck him full on the throat a blow that would have levelled a slighter man.


It took his breath for a minute; and while he choked, Mr. Linton walked out by the back door into the yard, and from thence to the front entrance.

It took Heathcliff's breath away, and while he choked, Mr. Linton walked out by the back door.


you've done with coming here," cried Catherine.


"Get away, now; he'll return with a brace of pistols and half-a-dozen assistants.

'He'll return with a brace of pistols and half-a-dozen men.


If he did overhear us, of course he'd never forgive you.


You've played me an ill turn, Heathcliff!


"Do you suppose I'm going with that blow burning in my gullet?"

'Do you suppose I'm going with that blow burning in my gullet?'


I'll crush his ribs in like a rotten hazel-nut before I cross the threshold!

I'll crush his ribs like a rotten hazel-nut!


If I don't floor him now, I shall murder him some time; so, as you value his existence, let me get at him!"

If I don't floor him now, I shall murder him some time; so let me get at him!'


"He is not coming," I interposed, framing a bit of a lie.

'He is not coming,' I interposed, although I was telling a lie.


"There's the coachman and the two gardeners; you'll surely not wait to be thrust into the road by them! Each has a bludgeon; and master will, very likely, be watching from the parlour-windows to see that they fulfil his orders."

'There's the coachman and the two gardeners, each with a bludgeon; and master will be watching from the parlour-windows to see them throw you out.'


The gardeners and coachman were there: but Linton was with them.

The gardeners and coachman were there, but Linton was with them.


Heathcliff, on the second thoughts, resolved to avoid a struggle against three underlings: he seized the poker, smashed the lock from the inner door, and made his escape as they tramped in.

Heathcliff, on second thoughts, resolved to avoid a struggle: he seized the poker, smashed the lock from the inner door, and made his escape as they tramped in.


Mrs. Linton, who was very much excited, bade me accompany her upstairs.

Mrs. Linton excitedly bade me come with her upstairs.


She did not know my share in contributing to the disturbance, and I was anxious to keep her in ignorance.

She did not know what I had told her husband, and I was anxious to keep her in ignorance.


she exclaimed, throwing herself on the sofa.


"A thousand smiths' hammers are beating in my head!

'A thousand hammers are beating in my head!


Tell Isabella to shun me; this uproar is owing to her; and should she or any one else aggravate my anger at present, I shall get wild.

Tell Isabella to shun me; this uproar is owing to her.


And, Nelly, say to Edgar, if you see him again to-night, that I'm in danger of being seriously ill.

And, Nelly, say to Edgar that I'm in danger of being seriously ill.


He has startled and distressed me shockingly!


Besides, he might come and begin a string of abuse or complainings; I'm certain I should recriminate, and God knows where we should end!


You are aware that I am no way blamable in this matter.


Heathcliff's talk was outrageous, after you left us; but I could soon have diverted him from Isabella, and the rest meant nothing.


Now all is dashed wrong; by the fool's craving to hear evil of self, that haunts some people like a demon!


Had Edgar never gathered our conversation, he would never have been the worse for it.

If Edgar had not listened to our conversation, he would never have been the worse for it.


Really, when he opened on me in that unreasonable tone of displeasure after I had scolded Heathcliff till I was hoarse for him, I did not care hardly what they did to each other; especially as I felt that, however the scene closed, we should all be driven asunder for nobody knows how long!

Really, when he used that unreasonable tone after I had scolded Heathcliff for him, I did not care what they did to each other!


Well, if I cannot keep Heathcliff for my friend-if Edgar will be mean and jealous, I'll try to break their hearts by breaking my own.

Well, if I cannot have Heathcliff for a friend - if Edgar will be mean and jealous, I'll break their hearts by breaking my own.


That will be a prompt way of finishing all, when I am pushed to extremity!


But it's a deed to be reserved for a forlorn hope; I'd not take Linton by surprise with it.


To this point he has been discreet in dreading to provoke me; you must represent the peril of quitting that policy, and remind him of my passionate temper, verging, when kindled, on frenzy.

You must remind Edgar of my passionate temper.


I wish you could dismiss that apathy out of that countenance, and look rather more anxious about me."

I wish you could look more anxious about me.'


The stolidity with which I received these instructions was, no doubt, rather exasperating: for they were delivered in perfect sincerity; but I believed a person who could plan the turning of her fits of passion to account, beforehand, might, by exerting her will, manage to control herself tolerably, even while under their influence; and I did not wish to "frighten" her husband, as she said, and multiply his annoyances for the purpose of serving her selfishness.

The stolidity with which I received these instructions was, no doubt, rather exasperating: for she was perfectly sincere; but I believed a person who could plan her fits of passion might manage to control herself, and I did not wish to frighten her husband just to serve her selfishness.


Therefore I said nothing when I met the master coming towards the parlour; but I took the liberty of turning back to listen whether they would resume their quarrel together.

Therefore I said nothing when the master came to speak to her.


"Remain where you are, Catherine," he said; without any anger in his voice, but with much sorrowful despondency.

'Remain where you are, Catherine,' he said; without anger, but with much sorrow.


I am neither come to wrangle nor be reconciled; but I wish just to learn whether, after this evening's events, you intend to continue your intimacy with-"

I wish only to learn whether, after this evening's events, you intend to continue your intimacy with-'


"Oh, for mercy's sake," interrupted the mistress, stamping her foot, "for mercy's sake, let us hear no more of it now!

'Oh, for mercy's sake,' interrupted the mistress, stamping her foot, 'let us hear no more of it now!


Your cold blood cannot be worked into a fever: your veins are full of ice-water; but mine are boiling, and the sight of such chillness makes them dance."

Your veins are full of ice-water; but mine are boiling, and the sight of your chillness makes them dance.'


"To get rid of me, answer my question," persevered Mr. Linton.

'Answer my question,' persevered Mr. Linton.


"You must answer it; and that violence does not alarm me.


I have found that you can be as stoical as anyone, when you please.


Will you give up Heathcliff hereafter, or will you give up me?


It is impossible for you to be _my_ friend and _his_ at the same time; and I absolutely _require_ to know which you choose."

It is impossible for you to be my friend and his; and I require to know which you choose.'


She rang the bell till it broke with a twang; I entered leisurely.


It was enough to try the temper of a saint, such senseless, wicked rages!

It was enough to try a saint, such senseless, wicked rages!


There she lay dashing her head against the arm of the sofa, and grinding her teeth, so that you might fancy she would crash them to splinters!

She lay dashing her head against the arm of the sofa, and grinding her teeth, as if she would crash them to splinters!


Mr. Linton stood looking at her in sudden compunction and fear.

Mr. Linton stood looking at her in sudden fear.


I brought a glass full; and as she would not drink, I sprinkled it on her face.


In a few seconds she stretched herself out stiff, and turned up her eyes, while her cheeks, at once blanched and livid, assumed the aspect of death.

She stretched herself out stiff, and turned up her eyes like one dead.


"There is nothing in the world the matter," I whispered.

'There is nothing the matter,' I whispered.


I did not want him to yield, though I could not help being afraid in my heart.


And I told him how she had resolved, previous to his coming, on exhibiting a fit of frenzy.

And I told him how she had resolved on exhibiting a fit of frenzy.


I incautiously gave the account aloud, and she heard me; for she started up-her hair flying over her shoulders, her eyes flashing, the muscles of her neck and arms standing out preternaturally. I made up my mind for broken bones, at least; but she only glared about her for an instant, and then rushed from the room.

She heard me; she started up with her eyes flashing, glared about her, and then rushed from the room.


The master directed me to follow; I did, to her chamber-door: she hindered me from going further by securing it against me.

The master told me to follow; but she locked her chamber-door against me.


As she never offered to descend to breakfast next morning, I went to ask whether she would have some carried up.

As she never came down to breakfast next morning, I went to ask whether she would have some carried up.


The same question was repeated at dinner and tea; and again on the morrow after, and received the same answer.

The same question was repeated at dinner and tea; and again on the day after, and received the same answer.


Mr. Linton, on his part, spent his time in the library, and did not inquire concerning his wife's occupations.

Mr. Linton spent his time in the library, and did not inquire about his wife.


Isabella and he had had an hour's interview, during which he tried to elicit from her some sentiment of proper horror for Heathcliff's advances: but he could make nothing of her evasive replies, and was obliged to close the examination unsatisfactorily; adding, however, a solemn warning, that if she were so insane as to encourage that worthless suitor, it would dissolve all bonds of relationship between herself and him.

He spoke to Isabella about Heathcliff's advances: but he could make nothing of her evasive replies, and was obliged to give her a solemn warning, that if she were so insane as to encourage that worthless suitor, he would disown her.


About twelve o'clock that night was born the Catherine you saw at Wuthering Heights: a puny, seven-months' child; and two hours after the mother died, having never recovered sufficient consciousness to miss Heathcliff, or know Edgar.

About twelve o'clock that night was born the Catherine you saw at Wuthering Heights: a puny, seven-months' child; and two hours later the mother died, having never recovered consciousness.


The latter's distraction at his bereavement is a subject too painful to be dwelt on; its after-effects showed how deep the sorrow sunk. A great addition, in my eyes, was his being left without an heir.

Edgar's sorrow sunk deep; and was made worse, in my eyes, by his being left without an heir.


I bemoaned that, as I gazed on the feeble orphan; and I mentally abused old Linton for (what was only natural partiality) the securing his estate to his own daughter, instead of his son's.

As I gazed on the feeble orphan, I mentally abused old Linton for securing his estate to his own daughter, instead of his son's.


An unwelcomed infant it was, poor thing!


It might have wailed out of life, and nobody cared a morsel, during those first hours of existence.

It might have wailed out of life, and nobody cared during those first hours of existence.


We redeemed the neglect afterwards; but its beginning was as friendless as its end is likely to be.


Next morning-bright and cheerful out of doors-stole softened in through the blinds of the silent room, and suffused the couch and its occupant with a mellow, tender glow.

Next morning, the cheerful light stole in through the blinds of the silent room, and suffused the couch and its occupant with a mellow, tender glow.


Edgar Linton had his head laid on the pillow, and his eyes shut.


His young and fair features were almost as deathlike as those of the form beside him, and almost as fixed: but _his_ was the hush of exhausted anguish, and _hers_ of perfect peace.

His young, fair features were almost as deathlike as those of the form beside him: but his was the hush of exhausted anguish, and hers of perfect peace.


Her brow smooth, her lids closed, her lips wearing the expression of a smile; no angel in heaven could be more beautiful than she appeared.

Her brow smooth, her lids closed, her lips smiling, no angel could be more beautiful.


And I partook of the infinite calm in which she lay: my mind was never in a holier frame than while I gazed on that untroubled image of Divine rest. I instinctively echoed the words she had uttered a few hours before: "Incomparably beyond and above us all!

Seeing the infinite calm in which she lay, I echoed the words she had uttered a few hours before: 'Far beyond and above us all!


Whether still on earth or now in heaven, her spirit is at home with God!"


I don't know if it be a peculiarity in me, but I am seldom otherwise than happy while watching in the chamber of death, should no frenzied or despairing mourner share the duty with me.


I see a repose that neither earth nor hell can break, and I feel an assurance of the endless and shadowless hereafter-the Eternity they have entered-where life is boundless in its duration, and love in its sympathy, and joy in its fulness.

I saw in her a repose that neither earth nor hell could break - the Eternity of endless love and joy.


I noticed on that occasion how much selfishness there is even in a love like Mr. Linton's, when he so regretted Catherine's blessed release!

How much selfishness there is even in a love like Mr. Linton's, when he so regretted Catherine's blessed release!


To be sure, one might have doubted, after the wayward and impatient existence she had led, whether she merited a haven of peace at last. One might doubt in seasons of cold reflection; but not then, in the presence of her corpse. It asserted its own tranquillity, which seemed a pledge of equal quiet to its former inhabitant.

To be sure, one might have doubted, after her wayward life, whether she merited a haven of peace at last; but her tranquil corpse seemed to promise equal quiet to her spirit.


Do you believe such people are happy in the other world, sir?


I declined answering Mrs. Dean's question, which struck me as something heterodox.


Retracing the course of Catherine Linton, I fear we have no right to think she is; but we'll leave her with her Maker.


The master looked asleep, and I ventured soon after sunrise to quit the room and steal out to the pure refreshing air.

The master looked asleep, and soon after sunrise I stole out into the fresh air.


The servants thought me gone to shake off the drowsiness of my protracted watch; in reality, my chief motive was seeing Mr. Heathcliff.


If he had remained among the larches all night, he would have heard nothing of the stir at the Grange; unless, perhaps, he might catch the gallop of the messenger going to Gimmerton. If he had come nearer, he would probably be aware, from the lights flitting to and fro, and the opening and shutting of the outer doors, that all was not right within.

If he had remained among the larches all night, he would have heard nothing; but if he had come nearer, he would know, from the lights and the opening and shutting of doors, that all was not right within.


I felt the terrible news must be told, and I longed to get it over; but how to do it I did not know.

I felt the terrible news must be told; but how to do it I did not know.


He was there-at least, a few yards further in the park; leant against an old ash-tree, his hat off, and his hair soaked with the dew that had gathered on the budded branches, and fell pattering round him.

He was not far away, in the park; leaning against an old ash-tree, his hat off, and his hair soaked with dew.


He had been standing a long time in that position, for I saw a pair of ousels passing and repassing scarcely three feet from him, busy in building their nest, and regarding his proximity no more than that of a piece of timber.

He had been standing a long time in that position, for I saw a pair of thrushes pass scarcely three feet from him, busy in building their nest, and taking no notice of him.


They flew off at my approach, and he raised his eyes and spoke:-"She's dead!"

He raised his eyes and spoke. 'She's dead!


he said; "I've not waited for you to learn that.


Put your handkerchief away-don't snivel before me.

Put your handkerchief away - don't snivel before me.


I was weeping as much for him as her: we do sometimes pity creatures that have none of the feeling either for themselves or others.

I was weeping as much for him as her: we do sometimes pity creatures that feel no pity for themselves or others.


When I first looked into his face, I perceived that he had got intelligence of the catastrophe; and a foolish notion struck me that his heart was quelled and he prayed, because his lips moved and his gaze was bent on the ground.

A foolish notion struck me that he prayed, because his lips moved and his gaze was bent on the ground.


I answered, checking my sobs and drying my cheeks.


"Gone to heaven, I hope; where we may, every one, join her, if we take due warning and leave our evil ways to follow good!"


Come, give me a true history of the event.


He endeavoured to pronounce the name, but could not manage it; and compressing his mouth he held a silent combat with his inward agony, defying, meanwhile, my sympathy with an unflinching, ferocious stare.

He tried to say the name, but could not manage it; and compressing his mouth he held a silent combat with his inward agony, defying my sympathy with a ferocious stare.


he resumed, at last-fain, notwithstanding his hardihood, to have a support behind him; for, after the struggle, he trembled, in spite of himself, to his very finger-ends.

he resumed at last, trembling in spite of himself, to his very finger-ends.


I thought; "you have a heart and nerves the same as your brother men!

I thought; 'you have a heart and nerves the same as any man!


Why should you be anxious to conceal them?


You tempt him to wring them, till he forces a cry of humiliation."


"She drew a sigh, and stretched herself, like a child reviving, and sinking again to sleep; and five minutes after I felt one little pulse at her heart, and nothing more!"

'She drew a sigh, and stretched, and sank again to sleep; and I felt one little pulse at her heart, and nothing more!'


he asked, hesitating, as if he dreaded the answer to his question would introduce details that he could not bear to hear.

he asked, hesitating, as if he dreaded the answer.


"Her senses never returned: she recognised nobody from the time you left her," I said.

'Her senses never returned: she recognised nobody,' I said.


"She lies with a sweet smile on her face; and her latest ideas wandered back to pleasant early days.

'She lies with a sweet smile on her face.


Her life closed in a gentle dream-may she wake as kindly in the other world!"

Her life closed in a gentle dream. May she wake as kindly in the other world!'


he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion.

he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in sudden passion.


Not _there_-not in heaven-not perished-where?

Not there - not in heaven - not perished - where?


you said you cared nothing for my sufferings!


And I pray one prayer-I repeat it till my tongue stiffens-Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you-haunt me, then!

I pray one prayer - Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you - haunt me, then!


The murdered _do_ haunt their murderers, I believe.


I know that ghosts _have_ wandered on earth.


Be with me always-take any form-drive me mad!

Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad!


only _do_ not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!

only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!


He dashed his head against the knotted trunk; and, lifting up his eyes, howled, not like a man, but like a savage beast being goaded to death with knives and spears.

He dashed his head against the trunk, and howled like a savage beast.


I observed several splashes of blood about the bark of the tree, and his hand and forehead were both stained; probably the scene I witnessed was a repetition of others acted during the night.

There were splashes of blood on the tree, and his hand and forehead were both stained; probably he had been doing the same thing through the night.


It hardly moved my compassion-it appalled me: still, I felt reluctant to quit him so.


But the moment he recollected himself enough to notice me watching, he thundered a command for me to go, and I obeyed.

But when he noticed me watching, he thundered a command for me to go, and I obeyed.


He was beyond my skill to quiet or console!


Mrs. Linton's funeral was appointed to take place on the Friday following her decease; and till then her coffin remained uncovered, and strewn with flowers and scented leaves, in the great drawing-room.

Mrs. Linton's funeral was to take place on the following Friday. Till then her coffin remained uncovered, strewn with flowers, in the drawing-room.


Linton spent his days and nights there, a sleepless guardian; and-a circumstance concealed from all but me-Heathcliff spent his nights, at least, outside, equally a stranger to repose.

Linton spent his days and nights there, a sleepless guardian; and - unknown to anyone but me - Heathcliff spent his nights outside, equally sleepless.


I held no communication with him: still, I was conscious of his design to enter, if he could; and on the Tuesday, a little after dark, when my master, from sheer fatigue, had been compelled to retire a couple of hours, I went and opened one of the windows; moved by his perseverance to give him a chance of bestowing on the faded image of his idol one final adieu.

I did not speak to him: still, I knew he planned to enter, if he could; and on the Tuesday, after dark, when my master had retired, I opened one of the windows, to give Heathcliff a chance of saying one last farewell.


He did not omit to avail himself of the opportunity, cautiously and briefly; too cautiously to betray his presence by the slightest noise.

He entered cautiously and briefly, not betraying his presence by the slightest noise.


Indeed, I shouldn't have discovered that he had been there, except for the disarrangement of the drapery about the corpse's face, and for observing on the floor a curl of light hair, fastened with a silver thread; which, on examination, I ascertained to have been taken from a locket hung round Catherine's neck.

Indeed, I shouldn't have known that he had been there, except for the disarrangement of the drapery about the corpse's face; and on the floor lay a curl of light hair, fastened with a silver thread, which I found had been taken from a locket hung round Catherine's neck.


Heathcliff had opened the trinket and cast out its contents, replacing them by a black lock of his own.

Heathcliff had opened it and cast out its contents, replacing them by a black lock of his own.


I twisted the two, and enclosed them together.


Mr. Earnshaw was, of course, invited to attend the remains of his sister to the grave; he sent no excuse, but he never came; so that, besides her husband, the mourners were wholly composed of tenants and servants.

Mr. Hindley Earnshaw was, of course, invited to the funeral, but he never came; so that, besides her husband, the mourners were wholly composed of tenants and servants.


The place of Catherine's interment, to the surprise of the villagers, was neither in the chapel under the carved monument of the Lintons, nor yet by the tombs of her own relations, outside.

To the surprise of the villagers, Catherine was buried neither in the chapel under the Lintons' monument, nor by the tombs of her own relations, outside.


It was dug on a green slope in a corner of the kirk-yard, where the wall is so low that heath and bilberry-plants have climbed over it from the moor; and peat-mould almost buries it.

Her resting-place was on a green slope in a corner of the church-yard, where the wall is so low that heather and bilberry-plants have climbed over it from the moor.


Her husband lies in the same spot now; and they have each a simple headstone above, and a plain grey block at their feet, to mark the graves.

Her husband lies in the same spot now; and they have each a simple headstone to mark their graves.