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"
Papa
would
make
you
sing
out
,
if
you
attempted
to
get
there
,
"
he
answered
.
"
He
says
I
'm
not
to
be
soft
with
Catherine
:
she
's
my
wife
,
and
it
's
shameful
that
she
should
wish
to
leave
me
.
He
says
she
hates
me
and
wants
me
to
die
,
that
she
may
have
my
money
;
but
she
sha
n't
have
it
:
and
she
sha
n't
go
home
!
She
never
shall
!
--
she
may
cry
,
and
be
sick
as
much
as
she
pleases
!
"
He
resumed
his
former
occupation
,
closing
his
lids
,
as
if
he
meant
to
drop
asleep
.
"
Master
Heathcliff
,
"
I
resumed
,
"
have
you
forgotten
all
Catherine
's
kindness
to
you
last
winter
,
when
you
affirmed
you
loved
her
,
and
when
she
brought
you
books
and
sung
you
songs
,
and
came
many
a
time
through
wind
and
snow
to
see
you
?
She
wept
to
miss
one
evening
,
because
you
would
be
disappointed
;
and
you
felt
then
that
she
was
a
hundred
times
too
good
to
you
:
and
now
you
believe
the
lies
your
father
tells
,
though
you
know
he
detests
you
both
.
And
you
join
him
against
her
.
That
's
fine
gratitude
,
is
it
not
?
"
The
corner
of
Linton
's
mouth
fell
,
and
he
took
the
sugar-candy
from
his
lips
.
"
Did
she
come
to
Wuthering
Heights
,
because
she
hated
you
?
"
I
continued
.
"
Think
for
yourself
!
As
to
your
money
,
she
does
not
even
know
that
you
will
have
any
.
And
you
say
she
's
sick
;
and
yet
,
you
leave
her
alone
,
up
there
in
a
strange
house
!
You
who
have
felt
what
it
is
to
be
so
neglected
!
You
could
pity
your
own
sufferings
;
and
she
pitied
them
too
;
but
you
wo
n't
pity
hers
!
I
shed
tears
,
Master
Heathcliff
,
you
see
--
an
elderly
woman
,
and
a
servant
merely
--
and
you
,
after
pretending
such
affection
,
and
having
reason
to
worship
her
almost
,
store
every
tear
you
have
for
yourself
,
and
lie
there
quite
at
ease
.
Ah
!
you
're
a
heartless
,
selfish
boy
!
"
"
I
ca
n't
stay
with
her
,
"
he
answered
crossly
.
"
I
'll
not
stay
by
myself
.
She
cries
so
I
ca
n't
bear
it
.
And
she
wo
n't
give
over
,
though
I
say
I
'll
call
my
father
.
I
did
call
him
once
,
and
he
threatened
to
strangle
her
,
if
she
was
not
quiet
;
but
she
began
again
the
instant
he
left
the
room
,
moaning
and
grieving
all
night
long
,
though
I
screamed
for
vexation
that
I
could
n't
sleep
.
"
"
Is
Mr.
Heathcliff
out
?
"
I
enquired
,
perceiving
that
the
wretched
creature
had
no
power
to
sympathise
with
his
cousin
's
mental
tortures
.
"
He
's
in
the
court
,
"
he
replied
,
"
talking
to
Dr.
Kenneth
;
who
says
uncle
is
dying
,
truly
,
at
last
.
I
'm
glad
,
for
I
shall
be
master
of
the
Grange
after
him
.
Catherine
always
spoke
of
it
as
her
house
.
It
is
n't
hers
!
It
's
mine
:
papa
says
everything
she
has
is
mine
.
All
her
nice
books
are
mine
;
she
offered
to
give
me
them
,
and
pretty
birds
,
and
her
pony
Minny
,
if
I
would
get
the
key
of
her
room
,
and
let
her
out
;
but
I
told
her
she
had
nothing
to
give
,
they
were
all
,
all
mine
.
And
then
she
cried
,
and
took
a
little
picture
from
her
neck
,
and
said
I
should
not
have
that
;
two
pictures
in
a
gold
case
,
on
one
side
her
mother
,
and
on
the
other
,
uncle
,
when
they
were
young
.
That
was
yesterday
--
I
said
they
were
mine
,
too
;
and
tried
to
get
them
from
her
.
The
spiteful
thing
would
n't
let
me
:
she
pushed
me
off
,
and
hurt
me
.
I
shrieked
out
--
that
frightens
her
--
she
heard
papa
coming
,
and
she
broke
the
hinges
and
divided
the
case
,
and
gave
me
her
mother
's
portrait
;
the
other
she
attempted
to
hide
:
but
papa
asked
what
was
the
matter
,
and
I
explained
it
.
