had lighted on a spot where it was next to impracticable-I, weak wretch, after maintaining till dusk a struggle with low spirits and solitude, wa

t; hoping sincerely she would prove a regular gossip, and e

erable time,' I commenced; 'd

s married, to wait on her; after she died,

dee

hardly interest me. However, having studied for an interval, with a fist on either knee, and a cloud

u've seen a good many

troubles to

she be a native of the country, or, as is more probable, an exotic that the surly indigenae will not recognise for kin.' With this intention I asked Mrs. Dean why Hea

than this: but he's very near-close-handed; and, if he had meant to flit to Thrushcross Grange, as soon as he heard of a good tenant he could

a son, i

had one-h

ady, Mrs. Heathcl

es

he come from

her maiden name. I nursed her, poor thing! I did wish Mr. Heathcli

nute's reflection convinced me it was not my ghostly Cather

wa

on Earnshaw, who lives with Mr.

late Mrs. Lin

lady's co

e on the mother's, the other on the father's

ts has "Earnshaw" carved over the f

is of us-I mean, of the Lintons. Have you been to Wuthering Heigh

very well, and very handsome;

onder! And how did

her, Mrs. Dean. Is n

rd as whinstone! The less yo

in life to make him such a churl. D

and how he got his money at first. And Hareton has been cast out like an unfledged dunnock! The

e something of my neighbours: I feel I shall not rest if

I'll sit as long as you please. But you've caught cold: I saw

gh my nerves and brain. This caused me to feel, not uncomfortable, but rather fearful (as I am still) of serious effects from the incidents of to-day and yesterday. She r

harvest, I remember-Mr. Earnshaw, the old master, came down-stairs, dressed for a journey; and, after he had told Joseph what was to be done during the day, he turned to Hindley, and Cathy, and me-for I sat eating my porridge with them-and he said, speaking to his son, 'Now, my bonny man, I'm going to Liverpool to-day, what shall I bring you? You may choose what you like: only let it be little, for I shall walk

e no signs of his coming, however, and at last the children got tired of running down to the gate to look. Then it grew dark; she would have had them to bed, but they begged sadly to be allowed to stay up; and, just about eleven o'c

bundled up in his arms. 'See here, wife! I was never so beaten with anything in my life: but yo

hion to bring that gipsy brat into the house, when they had their own bairns to feed and fend for? What he meant to do with it, and whether he were mad? The master tried to explain the matter; but he was really half dead with fatigue, and all that I could make out, amongst her scolding, was a tale of his seeing it starving, and houseless, and as good as dumb, in the streets of Liverpool, where he picked it up and inquire

earned the master had lost her whip in attending on the stranger, showed her humour by grinning and spitting at the stupid little thing; earning for her pains a sound blow from her father, to teach her cleaner manners. They entirely refused to have it in bed with them, or even in their room; and I had no more sense, so I put it on the l

as the name of a son who died in childhood, and it has served him ever since, both for Christian and surname. Miss Cathy and he were now very thick; but Hindley hated him: and to say the truth

yes, as if he had hurt himself by accident, and nobody was to blame. This endurance made old Earnshaw furious, when he discovered his son persecuting the poor fatherless child, as he called him. He took

these injuries. I sympathised a while; but when the children fell ill of the measles, and I had to tend them, and take on me the cares of a woman at once, I changed my idea. Heathcliff was dangerously sick; and while he lay at the worst he would have me constantly by his pillow: I suppose he felt I did a good deal for him, and he hadn't

ed often what my master saw to admire so much in the sullen boy; who never, to my recollection, repaid his indulgence by any sign of gratitude. He was not insolent to his benefactor, he was simply insensible; though knowing perfectly the hold he had on his heart, and conscious he had on

interest.' 'Off, dog!' cried Hindley, threatening him with an iron weight used for weighing potatoes and hay. 'Throw it,' he replied, standing still, 'and then I'll tell how you boasted that you would turn me out of doors as soon as he died, and see whether he will not turn you out directly.' Hindley threw it, hitting him on the breast, and down he fell, but staggered up immediately, breathless and white; and, had not I pre

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