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I
was
sure
she
was
with
me
,
and
I
could
not
help
talking
to
her
.
Having
reached
the
Heights
,
I
rushed
eagerly
to
the
door
.
It
was
fastened
:
and
,
I
remember
that
accursed
Earnshaw
and
my
wife
opposed
my
entrance
.
I
remember
stopping
to
kick
the
breath
out
of
him
,
and
then
hurrying
upstairs
,
to
my
room
and
hers
.
I
looked
round
impatiently
--
I
felt
her
by
me
--
I
could
almost
see
her
,
and
yet
I
could
not
!
I
ought
to
have
sweat
blood
then
,
from
the
anguish
of
my
yearning
--
from
the
fervour
of
my
supplications
to
have
but
one
glimpse
!
I
had
not
one
.
She
showed
herself
,
as
she
often
was
in
life
,
a
devil
to
me
!
And
,
since
then
,
sometimes
more
and
sometimes
less
,
I
've
been
the
sport
of
that
intolerable
torture
!
Infernal
!
keeping
my
nerves
at
such
a
stretch
,
that
,
if
they
had
not
resembled
catgut
,
they
would
long
ago
have
relaxed
to
the
feebleness
of
Linton
's
.
When
I
sat
in
the
house
with
Hareton
,
it
seemed
that
on
going
out
,
I
should
meet
her
;
when
I
walked
on
the
moors
I
should
meet
her
coming
in
.
When
I
went
from
home
,
I
hastened
to
return
:
she
must
be
somewhere
at
the
Heights
,
I
was
certain
!
And
when
I
slept
in
her
chamber
--
I
was
beaten
out
of
that
.
I
could
n't
lie
there
;
for
the
moment
I
closed
my
eyes
,
she
was
either
outside
the
window
,
or
sliding
back
the
panels
,
or
entering
the
room
,
or
even
resting
her
darling
head
on
the
same
pillow
as
she
did
when
a
child
;
and
I
must
open
my
lids
to
see
.
And
so
I
opened
and
closed
them
a
hundred
times
a
night
--
to
be
always
disappointed
!
It
racked
me
!
I
've
often
groaned
aloud
,
till
that
old
rascal
Joseph
no
doubt
believed
that
my
conscience
was
playing
the
fiend
inside
of
me
.
Now
,
since
I
've
seen
her
,
I
'm
pacified
--
a
little
.
It
was
a
strange
way
of
killing
!
not
by
inches
,
but
by
fractions
and
hairbreadths
,
to
beguile
me
with
the
spectre
of
a
hope
,
through
eighteen
years
!
"
Mr.
Heathcliff
paused
and
wiped
his
forehead
;
his
hair
clung
to
it
,
wet
with
perspiration
;
his
eyes
were
fixed
on
the
red
embers
of
the
fire
,
the
brows
not
contracted
,
but
raised
next
the
temples
;
diminishing
the
grim
aspect
of
his
countenance
,
but
imparting
a
peculiar
look
of
trouble
,
and
a
painful
appearance
of
mental
tension
towards
one
absorbing
subject
.
He
only
half
addressed
me
,
and
I
maintained
silence
.
I
did
n't
like
to
hear
him
talk
!
After
a
short
period
he
resumed
his
meditation
on
the
picture
,
took
it
down
and
leant
it
against
the
sofa
to
contemplate
it
at
better
advantage
;
and
while
so
occupied
Catherine
entered
,
announcing
that
she
was
ready
,
when
her
pony
should
be
saddled
.
"
Send
that
over
to-morrow
,
"
said
Heathcliff
to
me
;
then
turning
to
her
,
he
added
--
"
You
may
do
without
your
pony
:
it
is
a
fine
evening
,
and
you
'll
need
no
ponies
at
Wuthering
Heights
;
for
what
journeys
you
take
,
your
own
feet
will
serve
you
.
Come
along
.
"
"
Good-bye
,
Ellen
!
"
whispered
my
dear
little
mistress
.
As
she
kissed
me
,
her
lips
felt
like
ice
.
"
Come
and
see
me
,
Ellen
;
do
n't
forget
.
"
"
Take
care
you
do
no
such
thing
,
Mrs.
Dean
!
"
said
her
new
father
.
"
When
I
wish
to
speak
to
you
I
'll
come
here
I
want
none
of
your
prying
at
my
house
!
"
He
signed
her
to
precede
him
;
and
casting
back
a
look
that
cut
my
heart
,
she
obeyed
.
I
watched
them
from
the
window
,
walk
down
the
garden
.
Heathcliff
fixed
Catherine
's
arm
under
his
:
though
she
disputed
the
act
at
first
evidently
;
and
with
rapid
strides
he
hurried
her
into
the
alley
,
whose
trees
concealed
them
.
I
have
paid
a
visit
to
the
Heights
,
but
I
have
not
seen
her
since
she
left
:
Joseph
held
the
door
in
his
hand
when
I
called
to
ask
after
her
,
and
would
n't
let
me
pass
.
He
said
Mrs.
Linton
was
"
thrang
,
"
and
the
master
was
not
in
.
Zillah
has
told
me
something
of
the
way
they
go
on
,
otherwise
I
should
hardly
know
who
was
dead
and
who
living
.
She
thinks
Catherine
haughty
,
and
does
not
like
her
,
I
can
guess
by
her
talk
.
My
young
lady
asked
some
aid
of
her
when
she
first
came
;
but
Mr.
Heathcliff
told
her
to
follow
her
own
business
,
and
let
his
daughter-in-law
look
after
herself
;
and
Zillah
willingly
acquiesced
,
being
a
narrow-minded
,
selfish
woman
.
Catherine
evinced
a
child
's
annoyance
at
this
neglect
;
repaid
it
with
contempt
,
and
thus
enlisted
my
informant
among
her
enemies
,
as
securely
as
if
she
had
done
her
some
great
wrong
.
I
had
a
long
talk
with
Zillah
about
six
weeks
ago
,
a
little
before
you
came
,
one
day
when
we
foregathered
on
the
moor
;
and
this
is
what
she
told
me
.
"
The
first
thing
Mrs.
Linton
did
,
"
she
said
,
"
on
her
arrival
at
the
Heights
,
was
to
run
upstairs
,
without
even
wishing
good
evening
to
me
and
Joseph
;
she
shut
herself
into
Linton
's
room
,
and
remained
till
morning
.
Then
,
while
the
master
and
Earnshaw
were
at
breakfast
,
she
entered
the
house
,
and
asked
all
in
a
quiver
if
the
doctor
might
be
sent
for
?
her
cousin
was
very
ill
.
