THE NOVEL wuthering heights

Wuthering Heights, by Emily Bronte The Project Gutenberg eBook, Wuthering Heights, by Emily Bronte This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org Title: Wuthering Heights Author: Emily Bronte Release Date: April 19, 2007 [eBook #768] [This file last updated on August 28, 2010] Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-646-US (US-ASCII) ***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WUTHERING HEIGHTS*** Transcribed from the 1910 John Murray edition by David Price, email ccx074@pglaf.org WUTHERING HEIGHTS CHAPTER I 1801.—I have just returned from a visit to my landlord—the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with This is certainly a beautiful country! In all England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society A perfect misanthropist’s heaven: and Mr Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us A capital fellow! He little imagined how my heart warmed towards him when I beheld his black eyes withdraw so suspiciously under their brows, as I rode up, and when his fingers sheltered themselves, with a jealous resolution, still further in his waistcoat, as I announced my name ‘Mr Heathcliff?’ I said A nod was the answer ‘Mr Lockwood, your new tenant, sir I do myself the honour of calling as soon as possible after my arrival, to express the hope that I have not inconvenienced you by my perseverance in soliciting the occupation of Thrushcross Grange: I heard yesterday you had had some thoughts—’ ‘Thrushcross Grange is my own, sir,’ he interrupted, wincing ‘I should not allow any one to inconvenience me, if I could hinder it—walk in!’ The ‘walk in’ was uttered with closed teeth, and expressed the sentiment, ‘Go to the Deuce:’ even the gate over which he leant manifested no sympathising movement to the words; and I think that circumstance determined me to accept the invitation: I felt interested in a man who seemed more exaggeratedly reserved than myself When he saw my horse’s breast fairly pushing the barrier, he did put out his hand to unchain it, and then sullenly preceded me up the causeway, calling, as we entered the court,—‘Joseph, take Mr Lockwood’s horse; and bring up some wine.’ ‘Here we have the whole establishment of domestics, I suppose,’ was the reflection suggested by this compound order ‘No wonder the grass grows up between the flags, and cattle are the only hedge-cutters.’ Joseph was an elderly, nay, an old man: very old, perhaps, though hale and sinewy ‘The Lord help us!’ he soliloquised in an undertone of peevish displeasure, while relieving me of my horse: looking, meantime, in my face so sourly that I charitably conjectured he must have need of divine aid to digest his dinner, and his pious ejaculation had no reference to my unexpected advent Wuthering Heights is the name of Mr Heathcliff’s dwelling ‘Wuthering’ being a significant provincial adjective, descriptive of the atmospheric tumult to which its station is exposed in stormy weather Pure, bracing ventilation they must have up there at all times, indeed: one may guess the power of the north wind blowing over the edge, by the excessive slant of a few stunted firs at the end of the house; and by a range of gaunt thorns all stretching their limbs one way, as if craving alms of the sun Happily, the architect had foresight to build it strong: the narrow windows are deeply set in the wall, and the corners defended with large jutting stones Before passing the threshold, I paused to admire a quantity of grotesque carving lavished over the front, and especially about the principal door; above which, among a wilderness of crumbling griffins and shameless little boys, I detected the date ‘1500,’ and the name ‘Hareton Earnshaw.’ I would have made a few comments, and requested a short history of the place from the surly owner; but his attitude at the door appeared to demand my speedy entrance, or complete departure, and I had no desire to aggravate his impatience previous to inspecting the penetralium One stop brought us into the family sitting-room, without any introductory lobby or passage: they call it here ‘the house’ pre-eminently It includes kitchen and parlour, generally; but I believe at Wuthering Heights the kitchen is forced to retreat altogether into another quarter: at least I distinguished a chatter of tongues, and a clatter of culinary utensils, deep within; and I observed no signs of roasting, boiling, or baking, about the huge fireplace; nor any glitter of copper saucepans and tin cullenders on the walls One end, indeed, reflected splendidly both light and heat from ranks of immense pewter dishes, interspersed with silver jugs and tankards, towering row after row, on a vast oak dresser, to the very roof The latter had never been under-drawn: its entire anatomy lay bare to an inquiring eye, except where a frame of wood laden with oatcakes and clusters of legs of beef, mutton, and ham, concealed it Above the chimney were sundry villainous old guns, and a couple of horse-pistols: and, by way of ornament, three gaudily-painted canisters disposed along its ledge The floor was of smooth, white stone; the chairs, high-backed, primitive structures, painted green: one or two heavy black ones lurking in the shade In an arch under the dresser reposed a huge, liver-coloured bitch pointer, surrounded by a swarm of squealing puppies; and other dogs haunted other recesses The apartment and furniture would have been nothing extraordinary as belonging to a homely, northern farmer, with a stubborn countenance, and stalwart limbs set out to advantage in knee-breeches and gaiters Such an individual seated in his arm-chair, his mug of ale frothing on the round table before him, is to be seen in any circuit of five or six miles among these hills, if you go at the right time after dinner But Mr Heathcliff forms a singular contrast to his abode and style of living He is a dark-skinned gipsy in aspect, in dress and manners a gentleman: that is, as much a gentleman as many a country squire: rather slovenly, perhaps, yet not looking amiss with his negligence, because he has an erect and handsome figure; and rather morose Possibly, some people might suspect him of a degree of under-bred pride; I have a sympathetic chord within that tells me it is nothing of the sort: I know, by instinct, his reserve springs from an aversion to showy displays of feeling—to manifestations of mutual kindliness He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to be loved or hated again No, I’m running on too fast: I bestow my own attributes over-liberally on him Mr Heathcliff may have entirely dissimilar reasons for keeping his hand out of the way when he meets a would-be acquaintance, to those which actuate me Let me hope my constitution is almost peculiar: my dear mother used to say I should never have a comfortable home; and only last summer I proved myself perfectly unworthy of one While enjoying a month of fine weather at the sea-coast, I was thrown into the company of a most fascinating creature: a real goddess in my eyes, as long as she took no notice of me I ‘never told my love’ vocally; still, if looks have language, the merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears: she understood me at last, and looked a return—the sweetest of all imaginable looks And what did I do? I confess it with shame—shrunk icily into myself, like a snail; at every glance retired colder and farther; till finally the poor innocent was led to doubt her own senses, and, overwhelmed with confusion at her supposed mistake, persuaded her mamma to decamp By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate I took a seat at the end of the hearthstone opposite that towards which my landlord advanced, and filled up an interval of silence by attempting to caress the canine mother, who had left her nursery, and was sneaking wolfishly to the back of my legs, her lip curled up, and her white teeth watering for a snatch My caress provoked a long, guttural gnarl ‘You’d better let the dog alone,’ growled Mr Heathcliff in unison, checking fiercer demonstrations with a punch of his foot ‘She’s not accustomed to be spoiled—not kept for a pet.’ Then, striding to a side door, he shouted again, ‘Joseph!’ Joseph mumbled indistinctly in the depths of the cellar, but gave no intimation of ascending; so his master dived down to him, leaving me vis-à-vis the ruffianly bitch and a pair of grim shaggy sheep-dogs, who shared with her a jealous guardianship over all my movements Not anxious to come in contact with their fangs, I sat still; but, imagining they would scarcely understand tacit insults, I unfortunately indulged in winking and making faces at the trio, and some turn of my physiognomy so irritated madam, that she suddenly broke into a fury and leapt on my knees I flung her back, and hastened to interpose the table between us This proceeding aroused the whole hive: half-a-dozen four-footed fiends, of various sizes and ages, issued from hidden dens to the common centre I felt my heels and coat-laps peculiar subjects of assault; and parrying off the larger combatants as effectually as I could with the poker, I was constrained to demand, aloud, assistance from some of the household in re-establishing peace Mr Heathcliff and his man climbed the cellar steps with vexatious phlegm: I don’t think they moved one second faster than usual, though the hearth was an absolute tempest of worrying and yelping Happily, an inhabitant of the kitchen made more despatch: a lusty dame, with tucked-up gown, bare arms, and fireflushed cheeks, rushed into the midst of us flourishing a frying-pan: and used that weapon, and her tongue, to such purpose, that the storm subsided magically, and she only remained, heaving like a sea after a high wind, when her master entered on the scene ‘What the devil is the matter?’ he asked, eyeing me in a manner that I could ill endure, after this inhospitable treatment ‘What the devil, indeed!’ I muttered ‘The herd of possessed swine could have had no worse spirits in them than those animals of yours, sir You might as well leave a stranger with a brood of tigers!’ ‘They won’t meddle with persons who touch nothing,’ he remarked, putting the bottle before me, and restoring the displaced table ‘The dogs do right to be vigilant Take a glass of wine?’ ‘No, thank you.’ ‘Not bitten, are you?’ ‘If I had been, I would have set my signet on the biter.’ Heathcliff’s countenance relaxed into a grin ‘Come, come,’ he said, ‘you are flurried, Mr Lockwood Here, take a little wine Guests are so exceedingly rare in this house that I and my dogs, I am willing to own, hardly know how to receive them Your health, sir?’ I bowed and returned the pledge; beginning to perceive that it would be foolish to sit sulking for the misbehaviour of a pack of curs; besides, I felt loth to yield the fellow further amusement at my expense; since his humour took that turn He—probably swayed by prudential consideration of the folly of offending a good tenant—relaxed a little in the laconic style of chipping off his pronouns and auxiliary verbs, and introduced what he supposed would be a subject of interest to me,—a discourse on the advantages and disadvantages of my present place of retirement I found him very intelligent on the topics we touched; and before I went home, I was encouraged so far as to volunteer another visit to-morrow He evidently wished no repetition of my intrusion I shall go, notwithstanding It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him CHAPTER II Yesterday afternoon set in misty and cold I had half a mind to spend it by my study fire, instead of wading through heath and mud to Wuthering Heights On coming up from dinner, however, (N.B.—I dine between twelve and one o’clock; the housekeeper, a matronly lady, taken as a fixture along with the house, could not, or would not, comprehend my request that I might be served at five)—on mounting the stairs with this lazy intention, and stepping into the room, I saw a servant-girl on her knees surrounded by brushes and coal-scuttles, and raising an infernal dust as she extinguished the flames with heaps of cinders This spectacle drove me back immediately; I took my hat, and, after a four-miles’ walk, arrived at Heathcliff’s garden-gate just in time to escape the first feathery flakes of a snow-shower On that bleak hill-top the earth was hard with a black frost, and the air made me shiver through every limb Being unable to remove the chain, I jumped over, and, running up the flagged causeway bordered with straggling gooseberrybushes, knocked vainly for admittance, till my knuckles tingled and the dogs howled ‘Wretched inmates!’ I ejaculated, mentally, ‘you deserve perpetual isolation from your species for your churlish inhospitality At least, I would not keep my doors barred in the day-time I don’t care—I will get in!’ So resolved, I grasped the latch and shook it vehemently Vinegar-faced Joseph projected his head from a round window of the barn ‘What are ye for?’ he shouted ‘T’ maister’s down i’ t’ fowld Go round by th’ end o’ t’ laith, if ye went to spake to him.’ ‘Is there nobody inside to open the door?’ I hallooed, responsively ‘There’s nobbut t’ missis; and shoo’ll not oppen ’t an ye mak’ yer flaysome dins till neeght.’ ‘Why? Cannot you tell her whom I am, eh, Joseph?’ ‘Nor-ne me! I’ll hae no hend wi’t,’ muttered the head, vanishing The snow began to drive thickly I seized the handle to essay another trial; when a young man without coat, and shouldering a pitchfork, appeared in the yard behind He hailed me to follow him, and, after marching through a wash-house, and a paved area containing a coal-shed, pump, and pigeon-cot, we at length arrived in the huge, warm, cheerful apartment where I was formerly received It glowed delightfully in the radiance of an immense fire, compounded of coal, peat, and wood; and near the table, laid for a plentiful evening meal, I was pleased to observe the ‘missis,’ an individual whose existence I had never previously suspected I bowed and waited, thinking she would bid me take a seat She looked at me, leaning back in her chair, and remained motionless and mute ‘Rough weather!’ I remarked ‘I’m afraid, Mrs Heathcliff, the door must bear the consequence of your servants’ leisure attendance: I had hard work to make them hear me.’ She never opened her mouth I stared—she stared also: at any rate, she kept her eyes on me in a cool, regardless manner, exceedingly embarrassing and disagreeable ‘Sit down,’ said the young man, gruffly ‘He’ll be in soon.’ I obeyed; and hemmed, and called the villain Juno, who deigned, at this second interview, to move the extreme tip of her tail, in token of owning my acquaintance ‘A beautiful animal!’ I commenced again ‘Do you intend parting with the little ones, madam?’ ‘They are not mine,’ said the amiable hostess, more repellingly than Heathcliff himself could have replied ‘Ah, your favourites are among these?’ I continued, turning to an obscure cushion full of something like cats ‘A strange choice of favourites!’ she observed scornfully Unluckily, it was a heap of dead rabbits I hemmed once more, and drew closer to the hearth, repeating my comment on the wildness of the evening he wondered how I could want the company of anybody else.’ I set his plate to keep warm on the fender; and after an hour or two he re-entered, when the room was clear, in no degree calmer: the same unnatural—it was unnatural—appearance of joy under his black brows; the same bloodless hue, and his teeth visible, now and then, in a kind of smile; his frame shivering, not as one shivers with chill or weakness, but as a tight-stretched cord vibrates—a strong thrilling, rather than trembling I will ask what is the matter, I thought; or who should? And I exclaimed—‘Have you heard any good news, Mr Heathcliff? You look uncommonly animated.’ ‘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 me I wish to be troubled by nobody: I wish to have this place to myself.’ ‘Is there some new reason for this banishment?’ I inquired ‘Tell me why you are so queer, Mr Heathcliff? Where were you last night? I’m not putting the question through idle curiosity, but—’ ‘You are putting the question through very idle curiosity,’ he interrupted, with a laugh ‘Yet I’ll answer it Last night I was on the threshold of hell To-day, I am within sight of my heaven I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me! And now you’d better go! You’ll neither see nor hear anything to frighten you, if you refrain from prying.’ Having swept the hearth and wiped the table, I departed; more perplexed than ever He did not quit the house again that afternoon, and no one intruded on his solitude; till, at eight o’clock, I deemed it proper, though unsummoned, to carry a candle and his supper to him He was leaning against the ledge of an open lattice, but not looking out: his face was turned to the interior gloom The fire had smouldered to ashes; the room was filled with the damp, mild air of the cloudy evening; and so still, that not only the murmur of the beck down Gimmerton was distinguishable, but its ripples and its gurgling over the pebbles, or through the large stones which it could not cover I uttered an ejaculation of discontent at seeing the dismal grate, and commenced shutting the casements, one after another, till I came to his ‘Must I close this?’ I asked, in order to rouse him; for he would not stir The light flashed on his features as I spoke Oh, Mr Lockwood, I cannot express what a terrible start I got by the momentary view! Those deep black eyes! That smile, and ghastly paleness! It appeared to me, not Mr Heathcliff, but a goblin; and, in my terror, I let the candle bend towards the wall, and it left me in darkness ‘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 again just then Joseph rattled some fire into the shovel, and went: but he brought it back immediately, with the supper-tray in his other hand, explaining that Mr Heathcliff was going to bed, and he wanted nothing to eat till morning We heard him mount the stairs directly; he did not proceed to his ordinary chamber, but turned into that with the panelled bed: its window, as I mentioned before, is wide enough for anybody to get through; and it struck me that he plotted another midnight excursion, of which he had rather we had no suspicion ‘Is he a ghoul or a vampire?’ I mused I had read of such hideous incarnate demons And then I set myself to reflect how I had tended him in infancy, and watched him grow to youth, and followed him almost through his whole course; and what absurd nonsense it was to yield to that sense of horror ‘But where did he come from, the little dark thing, harboured by a good man to his bane?’ muttered Superstition, as I dozed into unconsciousness And I began, half dreaming, to weary myself with imagining some fit parentage for him; and, repeating my waking meditations, I tracked his existence over again, with grim variations; at last, picturing his death and funeral: of which, all I can remember is, being exceedingly vexed at having the task of dictating an inscription for his monument, and consulting the sexton about it; and, as he had no surname, and we could not tell his age, we were obliged to content ourselves with the single word, ‘Heathcliff.’ That came true: we were If you enter the kirkyard, you’ll read, on his headstone, only that, and the date of his death Dawn restored me to common sense I rose, and went into the garden, as soon as I could see, to ascertain if there were any footmarks under his window There were none ‘He has stayed at home,’ I thought, ‘and he’ll be all right to-day.’ I prepared breakfast for the household, as was my usual custom, but told Hareton and Catherine to get theirs ere the master came down, for he lay late They preferred taking it out of doors, under the trees, and I set a little table to accommodate them 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 room he took his seat in the place he generally chose, and I put a basin of coffee before him He drew it nearer, and then rested his arms on the table, and looked at the opposite wall, as I supposed, surveying one particular portion, up and down, with glittering, restless eyes, and with such eager interest that he stopped breathing during half a minute together ‘Come now,’ I exclaimed, pushing some bread against his hand, ‘eat and drink that, while it is hot: it has been waiting near an hour.’ He didn’t notice me, and yet he smiled I’d rather have seen him gnash his teeth than smile so ‘Mr Heathcliff! master!’ I cried, ‘don’t, for God’s sake, stare as if you saw an unearthly vision.’ ‘Don’t, for God’s sake, shout so loud,’ he replied ‘Turn round, and tell me, are we by ourselves?’ ‘Of course,’ was my answer; ‘of course we are.’ Still, I involuntarily obeyed him, as if I was not quite sure With a sweep of his hand he cleared a vacant space in front among the breakfast things, and leant forward to gaze more at his ease Now, I perceived he was not looking at the wall; for when I regarded him alone, it seemed exactly that he gazed at something within two yards’ distance And whatever it was, it communicated, apparently, both pleasure and pain in exquisite extremes: at least the anguished, yet raptured, expression of his countenance suggested that idea The fancied object was not fixed, either: his eyes pursued it with unwearied diligence, and, even in speaking to me, were never weaned away I vainly reminded him of his protracted abstinence from food: if he stirred to touch anything in compliance with my entreaties, if he stretched his hand out to get a piece of bread, his fingers clenched before they reached it, and remained on the table, forgetful of their aim I sat, a model of patience, trying to attract his absorbed attention from its engrossing speculation; till he grew irritable, and got up, asking why I would not allow him to have his own time in taking his meals? and saying that on the next occasion I needn’t wait: I might set the things down and go Having uttered these words he left the house, slowly sauntered down the garden path, and disappeared through the gate 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, harassing my brain with a hundred idle misgivings I distinguished Mr Heathcliff’s step, restlessly measuring the floor, and he frequently broke the silence by a deep inspiration, resembling a groan He muttered detached words also; the only one I could catch was the name of Catherine, coupled with some wild term of endearment or suffering; and spoken as one would speak to a person present; low and earnest, and wrung from the depth of his soul I had not courage to walk straight into the apartment; but I desired to divert him from his reverie, and therefore fell foul of the kitchen fire, stirred it, and began to scrape the cinders It drew him forth sooner than I expected He opened the door immediately, and said—‘Nelly, come here—is it morning? Come in with your light.’ ‘It is striking four,’ I answered ‘You want a candle to take up-stairs: you might have lit one at this fire.’ ‘No, I don’t wish to go up-stairs,’ he said ‘Come in, and kindle me a fire, and do anything there is to do about the room.’ ‘I must blow the coals red first, before I can carry any,’ I replied, getting a chair and the bellows He roamed to and fro, meantime, in a state approaching distraction; his heavy sighs succeeding each other so thick as to leave no space for common breathing between ‘When day breaks I’ll send for Green,’ he said; ‘I wish to make some legal inquiries of him while I can bestow a thought on those matters, and while I can act calmly I have not written my will yet; and how to leave my property I cannot determine I wish I could annihilate it from the face of the earth.’ ‘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 last days might knock up a Titan Do take some food, and some repose You need only look at yourself in a glass to see how you require both Your cheeks are hollow, and your eyes blood-shot, like a person starving with hunger and going blind with loss of sleep.’ ‘It is not my fault that I cannot eat or rest,’ he replied ‘I assure you it is through no settled designs I’ll do both, as soon as I possibly can But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water rest within arms’ length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I’ll rest Well, never mind Mr Green: as to repenting of my injustices, I’ve done no injustice, and I repent of nothing I’m too happy; and yet I’m not happy enough My soul’s bliss kills my body, but does not satisfy itself.’ ‘Happy, master?’ I cried ‘Strange happiness! If you would hear me without being angry, I might offer some advice that would make you happier.’ ‘What is that?’ he asked ‘Give it.’ ‘You are aware, Mr Heathcliff,’ I said, ‘that from the time you were thirteen years old you have lived a selfish, unchristian life; and probably hardly had a Bible in your hands during all that period You must have forgotten the contents of the book, and you may not have space to search it now Could it be hurtful to send for some one—some minister of any denomination, it does not matter which—to explain it, and show you how very far you have erred from its precepts; and how unfit you will be for its heaven, unless a change takes place before you die?’ ‘I’m rather obliged than angry, Nelly,’ he said, ‘for you remind me of the manner in which I desire to be buried It is to be carried to the churchyard in the evening You and Hareton may, if you please, accompany me: and mind, particularly, to notice that the sexton obeys my directions concerning the two coffins! No minister need come; nor need anything be said over me.—I tell you I have nearly attained my heaven; and that of others is altogether unvalued and uncoveted by me.’ ‘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 shall prove, practically, that the dead are not annihilated!’ As soon as he heard the other members of the family stirring he retired to his den, and I breathed freer But in the afternoon, while Joseph and Hareton were at their work, he came into the kitchen again, and, with a wild look, bid me come and sit in the house: he wanted somebody with him I declined; telling him plainly that his strange talk and manner frightened me, and I had neither the nerve nor the will to be his companion alone ‘I believe you think me a fiend,’ he said, with his dismal laugh: ‘something too horrible to live under a decent roof.’ Then turning to Catherine, who was there, and who drew behind me at his approach, he added, half sneeringly,—‘Will you come, chuck? I’ll not hurt you No! to you I’ve made myself worse than the devil Well, there is one who won’t shrink from my company! By God! she’s relentless Oh, damn it! It’s unutterably too much for flesh and blood to bear— even mine.’ He solicited the society of no one more At dusk he went into his chamber Through the whole night, and far into the morning, we heard him groaning and murmuring to himself Hareton was anxious to enter; but I bid him fetch Mr Kenneth, and he should go in and see him When he came, and I requested admittance and tried to open the door, I found it locked; and Heathcliff bid us be damned He was better, and would be left alone; so the doctor went away The following evening was very wet: indeed, it poured down till day-dawn; and, as I took my morning walk round the house, I observed the master’s window swinging open, and the rain driving straight in He cannot be in bed, I thought: those showers would drench him through He must either be up or out But I’ll make no more ado, I’ll go boldly and look.’ 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 throat were washed with rain; the bed-clothes dripped, and he was perfectly still The lattice, flapping to and fro, had grazed one hand that rested on the sill; no blood trickled from the broken skin, and when I put my fingers to it, I could doubt no more: he was dead and stark! I hasped the window; I combed his black long hair from his forehead; I tried to close his eyes: to extinguish, if possible, that frightful, life-like gaze of exultation before any one else beheld it They would not shut: they seemed to sneer at my attempts; and his parted lips and sharp white teeth sneered too! Taken with another fit of cowardice, I cried out for Joseph Joseph shuffled up and made a noise, but resolutely refused to meddle with him ‘Th’ divil’s harried off his soul,’ he cried, ‘and he may hev’ his carcass into t’ bargin, for aught I care! Ech! what a wicked ’un he looks, girning at death!’ and the old sinner grinned in mockery I thought he intended to cut a caper round the bed; but suddenly composing himself, he fell on his knees, and raised his hands, and returned thanks that the lawful master and the ancient stock were restored to their rights I felt stunned by the awful event; and my memory unavoidably recurred to former times with a sort of oppressive sadness But poor Hareton, the most wronged, was the only one who really suffered much He sat by the corpse all night, weeping in bitter earnest He pressed its hand, and kissed the sarcastic, savage face that every one else shrank from contemplating; and bemoaned him with that strong grief which springs naturally from a generous heart, though it be tough as tempered steel Mr Kenneth was perplexed to pronounce of what disorder the master died I concealed the fact of his having swallowed nothing for four days, fearing it might lead to trouble, and then, I am persuaded, he did not abstain on purpose: it was the consequence of his strange illness, not the cause 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 them over the brown mould himself: at present it is as smooth and verdant as its companion mounds—and I hope its tenant sleeps as soundly But the country folks, if you ask them, would swear on the Bible that he walks: there are those who speak to having met him near the church, and on the moor, and even within this house Idle tales, you’ll say, and so say I Yet that old man by the kitchen fire affirms he has seen two on ’em looking out of his chamber window on every rainy night since his death:—and an odd thing happened to me about a month ago I was going to the Grange one evening—a dark evening, threatening thunder—and, just at the turn of the Heights, I encountered a little boy with a sheep and two lambs before him; he was crying terribly; and I supposed the lambs were skittish, and would not be guided ‘What is the matter, my little man?’ I asked ‘There’s Heathcliff and a woman yonder, under t’ nab,’ he blubbered, ‘un’ I darnut pass ’em.’ I saw nothing; but neither the sheep nor he would go on so I bid him take the road lower down He probably raised the phantoms from thinking, as he traversed the moors alone, on the nonsense he had heard his parents and companions repeat Yet, still, I don’t like being out in the dark now; and I don’t like being left by myself in this grim house: I cannot help it; I shall be glad when they leave it, and shift to the Grange ‘They are going to the Grange, then?’ I said ‘Yes,’ answered Mrs Dean, ‘as soon as they are married, and that will be on New Year’s Day.’ ‘And who will live here then?’ ‘Why, Joseph will take care of the house, and, perhaps, a lad to keep him company They will live in the kitchen, and the rest will be shut up.’ ‘For the use of such ghosts as choose to inhabit it?’ I observed ‘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 Satan and all his legions.’ As they stepped on to the door-stones, and halted to take a last look at the moon —or, more correctly, at each other by her light—I felt irresistibly impelled to escape them again; and, pressing a remembrance into the hand of Mrs Dean, and disregarding her expostulations at my rudeness, I vanished through the kitchen as they opened the house-door; and so should have confirmed Joseph in his opinion of his fellow-servant’s gay indiscretions, had he not fortunately recognised me for a respectable character by the sweet ring of a sovereign at his feet My walk home was lengthened by a diversion in the direction of the kirk When beneath its walls, I perceived decay had made progress, even in seven months: many a window showed black gaps deprived of glass; and slates jutted off here and there, beyond the right line of the roof, to be gradually worked off in coming autumn storms I sought, and soon discovered, the three headstones on the slope next the moor: the middle one grey, and half buried in the heath; Edgar Linton’s only harmonized by the turf and moss creeping up its foot; Heathcliff’s still bare I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth ***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WUTHERING HEIGHTS*** ***** This file should be named 768-h.htm or 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includes information about Project Gutenberg-tm, including how to make donations to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, how to help produce our new eBooks, and how to subscribe to our email newsletter to hear about new eBooks ... ? ?The young lady’s cousin, then?’ ‘Yes; and her husband was her cousin also: one on the mother’s, the other on the father’s side: Heathcliff married Mr Linton’s sister.’ ‘I see the house at Wuthering Heights has “Earnshaw” carved over the front... Earnshaw were engaging Missy’s attention by sundry gay trifles bought for her to present to the little Lintons, as an acknowledgment of their kindness They had invited them to spend the morrow at Wuthering Heights, and the invitation had been accepted, on one condition: Mrs... smothered in cloaks and furs, and the Earnshaws dismount from their horses: they often rode to church in winter Catherine took a hand of each of the children, and brought them into the house and set them before the fire, which quickly put colour into their white faces