Wuthering Heights Bot

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

‘It’s well the hellish villain has kept his word!’ growled my future host, searching the darkness beyond me in expectation of discovering Heathcliff; and then he indulged in a soliloquy of execrations, and threats of what he would have done had the ‘fiend’ deceived him.

There you experience the consequence of scorning ‘book-larning,’ as you would say.

‘And I want some living creature to keep me company in my happiness!

The little souls were comforting each other with better thoughts than I could have hit on: no parson in the world ever pictured heaven so beautifully as they did, in their innocent talk; and, while I sobbed and listened, I could not help wishing we were all there safe together.

‘Shake hands, Heathcliff,’ said Mr. Earnshaw, condescendingly; ‘once in a way, that is permitted.’

I refused to go without Cathy; he dragged me into the garden, pushed the lantern into my hand, assured me that Mr. Earnshaw should be informed of my behaviour, and, bidding me march directly, secured the door again.

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

Cathy stayed upstairs a fortnight, according to Zillah; who visited her twice a day, and would have been rather more friendly, but her attempts at increasing kindness were proudly and promptly repelled.

To beard a magistrate in his stronghold, and on the Sabbath, too!

‘Away after them!

‘He quite deserted!

We parted that night hostile; but next day beheld me on the road to Wuthering Heights, by the side of my wilful young mistress’s pony.

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

‘Shake hands, Heathcliff,’ said Mr. Earnshaw, condescendingly; ‘once in a way, that is permitted.’

Don’t you see I can scarcely stand?

However I disapproved, I couldn’t hinder her: indeed, how could she have refused him herself?

‘You’ve seen me before, sir.

Merely tell her his father sent for him suddenly, and he has been obliged to leave us.’

Are you speaking the truth about him now?

One on ‘em ‘s a’most getten his finger cut off wi’ hauding t’ other fro’ stickin’ hisseln loike a cawlf.

Wuthering Heights is the name of Mr. Heathcliff’s dwelling.

I could not half tell what an infernal house we had.

‘I knew Mrs. Linton’s nature to be headstrong and domineering,’ cried I: ‘but I didn’t know that you wished to foster her fierce temper!

Is he turning out a bit of a hypocrite, and coming into the country to work mischief under a cloak?

You’ll see nothing to provoke you.

Don’t let me go home thinking I’ve done you harm.

I could not half tell what an infernal house we had.

Love for my life urged a compliance; I stepped over the threshold to wait till the others should enter.

‘Nay,’ cried he, and retired, regardless of any prayers I could pour forth to detain him.