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But
there
were
so
many
hillocks
and
banks
to
climb
and
pass
,
that
,
at
length
,
I
began
to
be
weary
,
and
told
her
we
must
halt
,
and
retrace
our
steps
,
I
shouted
to
her
as
she
had
outstripped
me
a
long
way
;
she
either
did
not
hear
or
did
not
regard
for
she
still
sprang
on
,
and
I
was
compelled
to
follow
.
Finally
,
she
dived
into
a
hollow
;
and
before
I
came
in
sight
of
her
again
,
she
was
two
miles
nearer
Wuthering
Heights
than
her
own
home
;
and
I
beheld
a
couple
of
persons
arrest
her
,
one
of
whom
I
felt
convinced
was
Mr.
Heathcliff
himself
.
Cathy
had
been
caught
in
the
act
of
plundering
,
or
at
least
,
hunting
out
the
nests
of
the
grouse
.
The
Heights
were
Heathcliff
's
land
,
and
he
was
reproving
the
poacher
.
"
I
've
neither
taken
any
nor
found
any
,
"
she
said
,
as
I
toiled
to
them
,
expanding
her
hands
in
corroboration
of
the
statement
.
"
I
did
n't
mean
to
take
them
;
but
papa
told
me
there
were
quantities
up
here
,
and
I
wished
to
see
the
eggs
.
"
Heathcliff
glanced
at
me
with
an
ill-meaning
smile
,
expressing
his
acquaintance
with
the
party
,
and
,
consequently
,
his
malevolence
towards
it
,
and
demanded
who
"
papa
"
was
.
"
Mr.
Linton
of
Thrushcross
Grange
,
"
she
replied
.
"
I
thought
you
did
not
know
me
,
or
you
would
n't
have
spoken
in
that
way
.
"
"
You
suppose
papa
is
highly
esteemed
and
respected
then
?
"
he
said
sarcastically
.
"
And
what
are
you
?
"
enquired
Catherine
,
gazing
curiously
on
the
speaker
.
"
That
man
I
've
seen
before
.
Is
he
your
son
?
"
She
pointed
to
Hareton
,
the
other
individual
,
who
had
gained
nothing
but
increased
bulk
and
strength
by
the
addition
of
two
years
to
his
age
:
he
seemed
as
awkward
and
rough
as
ever
.
"
Miss
Cathy
,
"
I
interrupted
,
"
it
will
be
three
hours
instead
of
one
that
we
are
out
,
presently
.
We
really
must
go
back
.
"
"
No
,
that
man
is
not
my
son
,
"
answered
Heathcliff
,
pushing
me
aside
.
"
But
I
have
one
,
and
you
have
seen
him
before
too
;
and
,
though
your
nurse
is
in
a
hurry
,
I
think
both
you
and
she
would
be
the
better
for
a
little
rest
.
Will
you
just
turn
this
nab
of
heath
,
and
walk
into
my
house
?
You
'll
get
home
earlier
for
the
ease
;
and
you
shall
receive
a
kind
welcome
.
"
