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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
.
The
twelve
years
,
continued
Mrs.
Dean
,
following
that
dismal
period
,
were
the
happiest
of
my
life
:
my
greatest
troubles
in
their
passage
rose
from
our
little
lady
's
trifling
illnesses
,
which
she
had
to
experience
in
common
with
all
children
,
rich
and
poor
.
For
the
rest
,
after
the
first
six
months
,
she
grew
like
a
larch
and
could
walk
and
talk
too
,
in
her
own
way
,
before
the
heath
blossomed
a
second
time
over
Mrs.
Linton
's
dust
.
She
was
the
most
winning
thing
that
ever
brought
sunshine
into
a
desolate
house
:
a
real
beauty
in
face
,
with
the
Earnshaw
's
handsome
dark
eyes
,
but
the
Lintons
'
fair
skin
and
small
features
,
and
yellow
curling
hair
.
Her
spirit
was
high
,
though
not
rough
,
and
qualified
by
a
heart
sensitive
and
lively
to
excess
in
its
affections
.
That
capacity
for
intense
attachments
reminded
me
of
her
mother
:
still
she
did
not
resemble
her
;
for
she
could
be
soft
and
mild
as
a
dove
,
and
she
had
a
gentle
voice
and
pensive
expression
:
her
anger
was
never
furious
;
her
love
never
fierce
:
it
was
deep
and
tender
.
However
,
it
must
be
acknowledged
,
she
had
faults
to
foil
her
gifts
.
A
propensity
to
be
saucy
was
one
;
and
a
perverse
will
,
that
indulged
children
invariably
acquire
,
whether
they
be
good-tempered
or
cross
.
If
a
servant
chanced
to
vex
her
,
it
was
always
--
"
I
shall
tell
papa
!
"
And
if
he
reproved
her
,
even
by
a
look
,
you
would
have
thought
it
a
heartbreaking
business
:
I
do
n't
believe
he
ever
did
speak
a
harsh
word
to
her
.
He
took
her
education
entirely
on
himself
,
and
made
it
an
amusement
.
Fortunately
,
curiosity
and
a
quick
intellect
made
her
an
apt
scholar
:
she
learned
rapidly
and
eagerly
,
and
did
honour
to
his
teaching
.
Till
she
reached
the
age
of
thirteen
,
she
had
not
once
been
beyond
the
range
of
the
park
by
herself
.
Mr.
Linton
would
take
her
with
him
a
mile
or
so
outside
,
on
rare
occasions
;
but
he
trusted
her
to
no
one
else
.
Gimmerton
was
an
unsubstantial
name
in
her
ears
;
the
chapel
,
the
only
building
she
had
approached
or
entered
,
except
her
own
home
.
Wuthering
Heights
and
Mr.
Heathcliff
did
not
exist
for
her
:
she
was
a
perfect
recluse
;
and
,
apparently
,
perfectly
contented
.
Sometimes
,
indeed
,
while
surveying
the
country
from
her
nursery
window
,
she
would
observe
:
"
Ellen
,
how
long
will
it
be
before
I
can
walk
to
the
top
of
those
hills
?
I
wonder
what
lies
on
the
other
side
--
is
it
the
sea
?
"
"
No
,
Miss
Cathy
,
"
I
would
answer
;
"
it
is
hills
again
,
just
like
these
.
"
"
And
what
are
those
golden
rocks
like
when
you
stand
under
them
?
"
she
once
asked
.
The
abrupt
descent
of
Peniston
Crags
particularly
attracted
her
notice
;
especially
when
the
setting
sun
shone
on
it
and
the
topmost
heights
,
and
the
whole
extent
of
landscape
besides
lay
in
shadow
.
I
explained
that
they
were
bare
masses
of
stone
,
with
hardly
enough
earth
in
their
clefts
to
nourish
a
stunted
tree
.
"
And
why
are
they
bright
so
long
after
it
is
evening
here
?
"
she
pursued
.
"
Because
they
are
a
great
deal
higher
up
than
we
are
,
"
replied
I
;
"
you
could
not
climb
them
,
they
are
too
high
and
steep
.
