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Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 226 | “You won’t go to-morrow, recollect, Miss!” I commenced, when we were out of the house. “You are not dreaming of it, are you?”
She smiled.
“Oh, I’ll take good care,” I continued: “I’ll have that lock mended, and you can escape by no way else.”
“I can get over the wall,” she said laughing. “The Grange is not a prison, El... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 227 | “It has been revived,” muttered Cathy, sulkily.
“Must not be continued, then,” I said.
“We’ll see,” was her reply, and she set off at a gallop, leaving me to toil in the rear.
We both reached home before our dinner-time; my master supposed we had been wandering through the park, and therefore he demanded no explanation... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 228 | “Ellen, are not you tired? Hadn’t you better lie down now? You’ll be sick, keeping up so long, Ellen.”
“No, no, dear, I’m not tired,” I returned, continually.
Perceiving me immovable, she essayed another method of showing her disrelish for her occupation. It changed to yawning, and stretching, and—
“Ellen, I’m tired.”
... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 229 | “To the bottom of the park,” she stammered. “I didn’t tell a tale.”
“And nowhere else?” I demanded.
“No,” was the muttered reply.
“Oh, Catherine!” I cried, sorrowfully. “You know you have been doing wrong, or you wouldn’t be driven to uttering an untruth to me. That does grieve me. I’d rather be three months ill, than ... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 230 | “On my second visit Linton seemed in lively spirits; and Zillah (that is their housekeeper) made us a clean room and a good fire, and told us that, as Joseph was out at a prayer-meeting and Hareton Earnshaw was off with his dogs—robbing our woods of pheasants, as I heard afterwards—we might do what we liked. She brough... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 231 | “After sitting still an hour, I looked at the great room with its smooth uncarpeted floor, and thought how nice it would be to play in, if we removed the table; and I asked Linton to call Zillah in to help us, and we’d have a game at blindman’s-buff; she should try to catch us: you used to, you know, Ellen. He wouldn’t... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 232 | “‘Wonderful,’ I exclaimed. ‘Pray let us hear you—you are grown clever!’
“He spelt, and drawled over by syllables, the name—‘Hareton Earnshaw.’
“‘And the figures?’ I cried, encouragingly, perceiving that he came to a dead halt.
“‘I cannot tell them yet,’ he answered.
“‘Oh, you dunce!’ I said, laughing heartily at his fa... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 233 | “‘I’m ill to-night, Catherine, love,’ he said; ‘and you must have all the talk, and let me listen. Come, and sit by me. I was sure you wouldn’t break your word, and I’ll make you promise again, before you go.’
“I knew now that I mustn’t tease him, as he was ill; and I spoke softly and put no questions, and avoided irri... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 234 | “Joseph uttered his croaking laugh again.
“‘Thear, that’s t’ father!’ he cried. ‘That’s father! We’ve allas summut o’ either side in us. Niver heed, Hareton, lad—dunnut be ’feard—he cannot get at thee!’
“I took hold of Linton’s hands, and tried to pull him away; but he shrieked so shockingly that I dared not proceed. A... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 235 | “‘Miss Catherine, I’m ill grieved,’ he began, ‘but it’s rayther too bad—’
“I gave him a cut with my whip, thinking perhaps he would murder me. He let go, thundering one of his horrid curses, and I galloped home more than half out of my senses.
“I didn’t bid you good-night that evening, and I didn’t go to Wuthering Heig... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 236 | “‘As you don’t like me, Linton, and as you think I come on purpose to hurt you, and pretend that I do so every time, this is our last meeting: let us say good-bye; and tell Mr. Heathcliff that you have no wish to see me, and that he mustn’t invent any more falsehoods on the subject.’
“‘Sit down and take your hat off, C... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 237 | “About three times, I think, we have been merry and hopeful, as we were the first evening; the rest of my visits were dreary and troubled: now with his selfishness and spite, and now with his sufferings: but I’ve learned to endure the former with nearly as little resentment as the latter. Mr. Heathcliff purposely avoid... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 238 | “These things happened last winter, sir,” said Mrs. Dean; “hardly more than a year ago. Last winter, I did not think, at another twelve months’ end, I should be amusing a stranger to the family with relating them! Yet, who knows how long you’ll be a stranger? You’re too young to rest always contented, living by yoursel... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 239 | Edgar sighed; and, walking to the window, looked out towards Gimmerton Kirk. It was a misty afternoon, but the February sun shone dimly, and we could just distinguish the two fir-trees in the yard, and the sparely-scattered gravestones.
“I’ve prayed often,” he half soliloquised, “for the approach of what is coming; and... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 240 | “You’ll surely not go out to-night, sir?”
He answered,—“No, I’ll defer it this year a little longer.”
He wrote again to Linton, expressing his great desire to see him; and, had the invalid been presentable, I’ve no doubt his father would have permitted him to come. As it was, being instructed, he returned an answer, in... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 241 | Edgar, though he felt for the boy, could not consent to grant his request; because he could not accompany Catherine. He said, in summer, perhaps, they might meet: meantime, he wished him to continue writing at intervals, and engaged to give him what advice and comfort he was able by letter; being well aware of his hard... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 242 | Summer was already past its prime, when Edgar reluctantly yielded his assent to their entreaties, and Catherine and I set out on our first ride to join her cousin. It was a close, sultry day: devoid of sunshine, but with a sky too dappled and hazy to threaten rain: and our place of meeting had been fixed at the guide-s... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 243 | Linton did not appear to remember what she talked of; and he had evidently great difficulty in sustaining any kind of conversation. His lack of interest in the subjects she started, and his equal incapacity to contribute to her entertainment, were so obvious that she could not conceal her disappointment. An indefinite ... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 244 | “But I do,” said her cousin, shuddering. “Don’t provoke him against me, Catherine, for he is very hard.”
“Is he severe to you, Master Heathcliff?” I inquired. “Has he grown weary of indulgence, and passed from passive to active hatred?”
Linton looked at me, but did not answer; and, after keeping her seat by his side an... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 245 | “Quite sure,” replied his cousin. “Only Ellen and I were disputing concerning your health. Are you truly stronger, Linton, than when we separated in winter? If you be, I’m certain one thing is not stronger—your regard for me: speak,—are you?”
The tears gushed from Linton’s eyes as he answered, “Yes, yes, I am!” And, st... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 246 | Seven days glided away, every one marking its course by the henceforth rapid alteration of Edgar Linton’s state. The havoc that months had previously wrought was now emulated by the inroads of hours. Catherine we would fain have deluded yet; but her own quick spirit refused to delude her: it divined in secret, and broo... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 247 | “It is late!” he said, speaking short and with difficulty. “Is not your father very ill? I thought you wouldn’t come.”
“Why won’t you be candid?” cried Catherine, swallowing her greeting. “Why cannot you say at once you don’t want me? It is strange, Linton, that for the second time you have brought me here on purpose, ... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 248 | My young lady, on witnessing his intense anguish, stooped to raise him. The old feeling of indulgent tenderness overcame her vexation, and she grew thoroughly moved and alarmed.
“Consent to what?” she asked. “To stay! tell me the meaning of this strange talk, and I will. You contradict your own words, and distract me! ... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 249 | “Lively? no—he has shown the greatest distress,” I answered. “To see him, I should say, that instead of rambling with his sweetheart on the hills, he ought to be in bed, under the hands of a doctor.”
“He shall be, in a day or two,” muttered Heathcliff. “But first—get up, Linton! Get up!” he shouted. “Don’t grovel on th... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 250 | “You are very stiff,” said Heathcliff, “I know that: but you’ll force me to pinch the baby and make it scream before it moves your charity. Come, then, my hero. Are you willing to return, escorted by me?”
He approached once more, and made as if he would seize the fragile being; but, shrinking back, Linton clung to his ... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 251 | “Now, Catherine Linton,” he said, “stand off, or I shall knock you down; and that will make Mrs. Dean mad.”
Regardless of this warning, she captured his closed hand and its contents again. “We will go!” she repeated, exerting her utmost efforts to cause the iron muscles to relax; and finding that her nails made no impr... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 252 | “Wash away your spleen,” he said. “And help your own naughty pet and mine. It is not poisoned, though I prepared it. I’m going out to seek your horses.”
Our first thought, on his departure, was to force an exit somewhere. We tried the kitchen door, but that was fastened outside: we looked at the windows—they were too n... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 253 | I did give him a slight shaking; but it brought on the cough, and he took to his ordinary resource of moaning and weeping, and Catherine rebuked me.
“Stay all night? No,” she said, looking slowly round. “Ellen, I’ll burn that door down but I’ll get out.”
And she would have commenced the execution of her threat directly... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 254 | “I am afraid now,” she replied, “because, if I stay, papa will be miserable: and how can I endure making him miserable—when he—when he—Mr. Heathcliff, let me go home! I promise to marry Linton: papa would like me to: and I love him. Why should you wish to force me to do what I’ll willingly do of myself?”
“Let him dare ... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 255 | “Send Ellen, then, to let papa know I’m safe!” exclaimed Catherine, weeping bitterly. “Or marry me now. Poor papa! Ellen, he’ll think we’re lost. What shall we do?”
“Not he! He’ll think you are tired of waiting on him, and run off for a little amusement,” answered Heathcliff. “You cannot deny that you entered my house ... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 256 | “I’ll not retract my word,” said Catherine. “I’ll marry him within this hour, if I may go to Thrushcross Grange afterwards. Mr. Heathcliff, you’re a cruel man, but you’re not a fiend; and you won’t, from mere malice, destroy irrevocably all my happiness. If papa thought I had left him on purpose, and if he died before ... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 257 | “It was three servants sent to seek you from the Grange,” said Heathcliff, overhearing me. “You should have opened a lattice and called out: but I could swear that chit is glad you didn’t. She’s glad to be obliged to stay, I’m certain.”
At learning the chance we had missed, we both gave vent to our grief without contro... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 258 | On the fifth morning, or rather afternoon, a different step approached—lighter and shorter; and, this time, the person entered the room. It was Zillah; donned in her scarlet shawl, with a black silk bonnet on her head, and a willow-basket swung to her arm.
“Eh, dear! Mrs. Dean!” she exclaimed. “Well! there is a talk ab... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 259 | “Mr. Edgar is not dead?” I gasped. “Oh! Zillah, Zillah!”
“No, no; sit you down, my good mistress,” she replied; “you’re right sickly yet. He’s not dead; Doctor Kenneth thinks he may last another day. I met him on the road and asked.”
Instead of sitting down, I snatched my outdoor things, and hastened below, for the way... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 260 | The corner of Linton’s mouth fell, and he took the sugar-candy from his lips.
“Did she come to Wuthering Heights because she hated you?” I continued. “Think for yourself! As to your money, she does not even know that you will have any. And you say she’s sick; and yet you leave her alone, up there in a strange house! Yo... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 261 | “Is Mr. Heathcliff out?” I inquired, perceiving that the wretched creature had no power to sympathise with his cousin’s mental tortures.
“He’s in the court,” he replied, “talking to Doctor Kenneth; who says uncle is dying, truly, at last. I’m glad, for I shall be master of the Grange after him. Catherine always spoke o... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 262 | “And you can get the key if you choose?” I said.
“Yes, when I am upstairs,” he answered; “but I can’t walk upstairs now.”
“In what apartment is it?” I asked.
“Oh,” he cried, “I shan’t tell you where it is. It is our secret. Nobody, neither Hareton nor Zillah, is to know. There! you’ve tired me—go away, go away!” And he... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 263 | Having received his orders, I despatched a man to fetch the attorney, and four more, provided with serviceable weapons, to demand my young lady of her jailor. Both parties were delayed very late. The single servant returned first. He said Mr. Green, the lawyer, was out when he arrived at his house, and he had to wait t... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 264 | I couldn’t abide to be present at their meeting. I stood outside the chamber-door a quarter of an hour, and hardly ventured near the bed, then. All was composed, however: Catherine’s despair was as silent as her father’s joy. She supported him calmly, in appearance; and he fixed on her features his raised eyes that see... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 265 | She told me that her anguish had at last spurred Linton to incur the risk of liberating her. She heard the men I sent disputing at the door, and she gathered the sense of Heathcliff’s answer. It drove her desperate. Linton who had been conveyed up to the little parlour soon after I left, was terrified into fetching the... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 266 | It was the same room into which he had been ushered, as a guest, eighteen years before: the same moon shone through the window; and the same autumn landscape lay outside. We had not yet lighted a candle, but all the apartment was visible, even to the portraits on the wall: the splendid head of Mrs. Linton, and the grac... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 267 | “I shall,” said Catherine. “Linton is all I have to love in the world, and though you have done what you could to make him hateful to me, and me to him, you cannot make us hate each other. And I defy you to hurt him when I am by, and I defy you to frighten me!”
“You are a boastful champion,” replied Heathcliff; “but I ... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 268 | “You shall be sorry to be yourself presently,” said her father-in-law, “if you stand there another minute. Begone, witch, and get your things!”
She scornfully withdrew. In her absence I began to beg for Zillah’s place at the Heights, offering to resign mine to her; but he would suffer it on no account. He bid me be sil... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 269 |
“Of dissolving with her, and being more happy still!” he answered. “Do you suppose I dread any change of that sort? I expected such a transformation on raising the lid, but I’m better pleased that it should not commence till I share it. Besides, unless I had received a distinct impression of her passionless features, ... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 270 | Mr. Heathcliff paused and wiped his forehead; his hair clung to it, wet with perspiration; his eyes were fixed on the red embers of the fire, the brows not contracted, but raised next the temples; diminishing the grim aspect of his countenance, but imparting a peculiar look of trouble, and a painful appearance of menta... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 271 | I have paid a visit to the Heights, but I have not seen her since she left: Joseph held the door in his hand when I called to ask after her, and wouldn’t let me pass. He said Mrs. Linton was “thrang,” and the master was not in. Zillah has told me something of the way they go on, otherwise I should hardly know who was d... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 272 | “Then she began to bother me, and I said I’d had enough plague with the tiresome thing; we each had our tasks, and hers was to wait on Linton: Mr. Heathcliff bid me leave that labour to her.
“How they managed together, I can’t tell. I fancy he fretted a great deal, and moaned hisseln night and day; and she had precious... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 273 | “‘How do you feel, Catherine?’ he repeated.
“‘He’s safe, and I’m free,’ she answered: ‘I should feel well—but,’ she continued, with a bitterness she couldn’t conceal, ‘you have left me so long to struggle against death alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!’
“And she looked like it, too! I gave her a... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 274 | “Joseph and I generally go to chapel on Sundays:” the kirk, (you know, has no minister now, explained Mrs. Dean; and they call the Methodists’ or Baptists’ place, I can’t say which it is, at Gimmerton, a chapel.) “Joseph had gone,” she continued, “but I thought proper to bide at home. Young folks are always the better ... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 275 | “‘I’ve been starved a month and more,’ she answered, resting on the word as scornful as she could.
“And she got a chair for herself, and placed it at a distance from both of us. Having sat till she was warm, she began to look round, and discovered a number of books on the dresser; she was instantly upon her feet again,... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 276 | “‘Mr. Hareton wishes you would read to us, ma’am,’ I said, immediately. ‘He’d take it very kind—he’d be much obliged.’
“She frowned; and looking up, answered—
“‘Mr. Hareton, and the whole set of you, will be good enough to understand that I reject any pretence at kindness you have the hypocrisy to offer! I despise you,... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 277 | Thus ended Mrs. Dean’s story. Notwithstanding the doctor’s prophecy, I am rapidly recovering strength; and though it be only the second week in January, I propose getting out on horseback in a day or two, and riding over to Wuthering Heights, to inform my landlord that I shall spend the next six months in London; and, ... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 278 | “A letter from your old acquaintance, the housekeeper at the Grange,” I answered; annoyed at her exposing my kind deed, and fearful lest it should be imagined a missive of my own. She would gladly have gathered it up at this information, but Hareton beat her; he seized and put it in his waistcoat, saying Mr. Heathcliff... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 279 | “No books!” I exclaimed. “How do you contrive to live here without them? if I may take the liberty to inquire. Though provided with a large library, I’m frequently very dull at the Grange; take my books away, and I should be desperate!”
“I was always reading, when I had them,” said Catherine; “and Mr. Heathcliff never ... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 280 | “Oh!” she replied, “I don’t wish to limit his acquirements: still, he has no right to appropriate what is mine, and make it ridiculous to me with his vile mistakes and mispronunciations! Those books, both prose and verse, are consecrated to me by other associations; and I hate to have them debased and profaned in his m... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 281 | “Yes, that’s all the good that such a brute as you can get from them!” cried Catherine, sucking her damaged lip, and watching the conflagration with indignant eyes.
“You’d better hold your tongue, now,” he answered fiercely.
And his agitation precluded further speech; he advanced hastily to the entrance, where I made w... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 282 | Catherine reappeared, bearing a tray of knives and forks.
“You may get your dinner with Joseph,” muttered Heathcliff, aside, “and remain in the kitchen till he is gone.”
She obeyed his directions very punctually: perhaps she had no temptation to transgress. Living among clowns and misanthropists, she probably cannot ap... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 283 | I left him there, and proceeded down the valley alone. The grey church looked greyer, and the lonely churchyard lonelier. I distinguished a moor-sheep cropping the short turf on the graves. It was sweet, warm weather—too warm for travelling; but the heat did not hinder me from enjoying the delightful scenery above and ... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 284 | “All well at the Heights?” I inquired of the woman.
“Eea, f’r owt ee knaw!” she answered, skurrying away with a pan of hot cinders.
I would have asked why Mrs. Dean had deserted the Grange, but it was impossible to delay her at such a crisis, so I turned away and made my exit, rambling leisurely along, with the glow of... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 285 | “Contrary, then,” answered another, in deep but softened tones. “And now, kiss me, for minding so well.”
“No, read it over first correctly, without a single mistake.”
The male speaker began to read: he was a young man, respectably dressed and seated at a table, having a book before him. His handsome features glowed wit... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 286 | “No! or we should be sitting in flaming fagots, I suppose,” retorted the singer. “But wisht, old man, and read your Bible like a Christian, and never mind me. This is ‘Fairy Annie’s Wedding’—a bonny tune—it goes to a dance.”
Mrs. Dean was about to recommence, when I advanced; and recognising me directly, she jumped to ... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 287 | She hastened to fetch it before I could refuse, and I heard Joseph asking whether “it warn’t a crying scandal that she should have followers at her time of life? And then, to get them jocks out o’ t’ maister’s cellar! He fair shaamed to ’bide still and see it.”
She did not stay to retaliate, but re-entered in a minute,... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 288 | “He’s just like a dog, is he not, Ellen?” she once observed, “or a cart-horse? He does his work, eats his food, and sleeps eternally! What a blank, dreary mind he must have! Do you ever dream, Hareton? And, if you do, what is it about? But you can’t speak to me!”
Then she looked at him; but he would neither open his mo... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 289 | She placed one she had been perusing on his hand; he flung it off, and muttered, if she did not give over, he would break her neck.
“Well, I shall put it here,” she said, “in the table-drawer; and I’m going to bed.”
Then she whispered me to watch whether he touched it, and departed. But he would not come near it; and s... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 290 | On Easter Monday, Joseph went to Gimmerton fair with some cattle; and, in the afternoon, I was busy getting up linen in the kitchen. Earnshaw sat, morose as usual, at the chimney corner, and my little mistress was beguiling an idle hour with drawing pictures on the window-panes, varying her amusement by smothered burst... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 291 | “A companion!” he cried; “when she hates me, and does not think me fit to wipe her shoon! Nay, if it made me a king, I’d not be scorned for seeking her good-will any more.”
“It is not I who hate you, it is you who hate me!” wept Cathy, no longer disguising her trouble. “You hate me as much as Mr. Heathcliff does, and m... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 292 | “And tell him, if he’ll take it, I’ll come and teach him to read it right,” she said; “and, if he refuse it, I’ll go upstairs, and never tease him again.”
I carried it, and repeated the message; anxiously watched by my employer. Hareton would not open his fingers, so I laid it on his knee. He did not strike it off, eit... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 293 | “Come, Catherine,” I said, “we must ‘side out’ too: I’ve done my ironing. Are you ready to go?”
“It is not eight o’clock!” she answered, rising unwillingly. “Hareton, I’ll leave this book upon the chimney-piece, and I’ll bring some more to-morrow.”
“Ony books that yah leave, I shall tak’ into th’ hahse,” said Joseph, “... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 294 | “I’d forgotten they were Joseph’s,” answered Earnshaw, rather puzzled; “but I’ll tell him I did it.”
We always ate our meals with Mr. Heathcliff. I held the mistress’s post in making tea and carving; so I was indispensable at table. Catherine usually sat by me, but to-day she stole nearer to Hareton; and I presently sa... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 295 | “I mun hev’ my wage, and I mun goa! I hed aimed to dee wheare I’d sarved fur sixty year; and I thowt I’d lug my books up into t’ garret, and all my bits o’ stuff, and they sud hev’ t’ kitchen to theirseln; for t’ sake o’ quietness. It wur hard to gie up my awn hearthstun, but I thowt I could do that! But nah, shoo’s ta... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 296 | “Silence!” he exclaimed. “Get done, and begone!”
“And Hareton’s land, and his money,” pursued the reckless thing. “Hareton and I are friends now; and I shall tell him all about you!”
The master seemed confounded a moment: he grew pale, and rose up, eyeing her all the while, with an expression of mortal hate.
“If you st... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 297 | I led my young lady out: she was too glad of her escape to resist; the other followed, and Mr. Heathcliff had the room to himself till dinner. I had counselled Catherine to dine upstairs; but, as soon as he perceived her vacant seat, he sent me to call her. He spoke to none of us, ate very little, and went out directly... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 298 | When this slight disagreement was over, they were friends again, and as busy as possible in their several occupations of pupil and teacher. I came in to sit with them, after I had done my work; and I felt so soothed and comforted to watch them, that I did not notice how time got on. You know, they both appeared in a me... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 299 | “It is a poor conclusion, is it not?” he observed, having brooded a while on the scene he had just witnessed: “an absurd termination to my violent exertions? I get levers and mattocks to demolish the two houses, and train myself to be capable of working like Hercules, and when everything is ready and in my power, I fin... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 300 | “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. In the first place, his startling likeness to Catherine connected him fearfully with her. That, however, which you may suppose t... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 301 | “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 asked.
“No, Nelly, I have not,” he answered.
“Then you are not afraid of death?” I pursued.
“Afraid? No!” he replied. “I have neither a fear, nor a presentiment, nor a hope of death. Why sh... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 302 | One night, after the family were in bed, I heard him go downstairs, and out at the front door. I did not hear him re-enter, and in the morning I found he was still away. We were in April then: the weather was sweet and warm, the grass as green as showers and sun could make it, and the two dwarf apple-trees near the sou... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 303 | “I don’t think it right to wander out of doors,” I observed, “instead of being in bed: it is not wise, at any rate this moist season. I daresay you’ll catch a bad cold, or a fever: you have something the matter with you now!”
“Nothing but what I can bear,” he replied; “and with the greatest pleasure, provided you’ll le... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 304 | “Where should good news come from to me?” he said. “I’m animated with hunger; and, seemingly, I must not eat.”
“Your dinner is here,” I returned; “why won’t you get it?”
“I don’t want it now,” he muttered, hastily: “I’ll wait till supper. And, Nelly, once for all, let me beg you to warn Hareton and the other away from ... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 305 | “Yes, close it,” he replied, in his familiar voice. “There, that is pure awkwardness! Why did you hold the candle horizontally? Be quick, and bring another.”
I hurried out in a foolish state of dread, and said to Joseph—“The master wishes you to take him a light and rekindle the fire.” For I dared not go in myself agai... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 306 | On my re-entrance, I found Mr. Heathcliff below. He and Joseph were conversing about some farming business; he gave clear, minute directions concerning the matter discussed, but he spoke rapidly, and turned his head continually aside, and had the same excited expression, even more exaggerated. When Joseph quitted the r... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 307 | The hours crept anxiously by: another evening came. I did not retire to rest till late, and when I did, I could not sleep. He returned after midnight, and, instead of going to bed, shut himself into the room beneath. I listened, and tossed about, and, finally, dressed and descended. It was too irksome to lie there, har... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 308 | “I would not talk so, Mr. Heathcliff,” I interposed. “Let your will be a while: you’ll be spared to repent of your many injustices yet! I never expected that your nerves would be disordered: they are, at present, marvellously so, however; and almost entirely through your own fault. The way you’ve passed these three las... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 309 | “And supposing you persevered in your obstinate fast, and died by that means, and they refused to bury you in the precincts of the kirk?” I said, shocked at his godless indifference. “How would you like it?”
“They won’t do that,” he replied: “if they did, you must have me removed secretly; and if you neglect it you sha... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 310 | Having succeeded in obtaining entrance with another key, I ran to unclose the panels, for the chamber was vacant; quickly pushing them aside, I peeped in. Mr. Heathcliff was there—laid on his back. His eyes met mine so keen and fierce, I started; and then he seemed to smile. I could not think him dead: but his face and... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 311 | We buried him, to the scandal of the whole neighbourhood, as he wished. Earnshaw and I, the sexton, and six men to carry the coffin, comprehended the whole attendance. The six men departed when they had let it down into the grave: we stayed to see it covered. Hareton, with a streaming face, dug green sods, and laid the... |
Wuthering_Heights_-_Emily_Bronte | 99 | 312 | “No, Mr. Lockwood,” said Nelly, shaking her head. “I believe the dead are at peace: but it is not right to speak of them with levity.”
At that moment the garden gate swung to; the ramblers were returning.
“They are afraid of nothing,” I grumbled, watching their approach through the window. “Together, they would brave S... |
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