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It
was
a
very
dark
evening
for
summer
:
the
clouds
appeared
inclined
to
thunder
,
and
I
said
we
had
better
all
sit
down
;
the
approaching
rain
would
be
certain
to
bring
him
home
without
further
trouble
.
However
,
Catherine
would
not
be
persuaded
into
tranquillity
.
She
kept
wandering
to
and
fro
,
from
the
gate
to
the
door
,
in
a
state
of
agitation
which
permitted
no
repose
;
and
at
length
took
up
a
permanent
situation
on
one
side
of
the
wall
,
near
the
road
:
where
,
heedless
of
my
expostulations
and
the
growling
thunder
,
and
the
great
drops
that
began
to
splash
around
her
,
she
remained
,
calling
at
intervals
,
and
then
listening
,
and
then
crying
outright
.
She
beat
Hareton
,
or
any
child
,
at
a
good
passionate
fit
of
crying
.
About
midnight
,
while
we
still
sat
up
,
the
storm
came
rattling
over
the
Heights
in
full
fury
.
There
was
a
violent
wind
,
as
well
as
thunder
,
and
either
one
or
the
other
split
a
tree
off
at
the
corner
of
the
building
:
a
huge
bough
fell
across
the
roof
,
and
knocked
down
a
portion
of
the
east
chimney-stack
,
sending
a
clatter
of
stones
and
soot
into
the
kitchen
fire
.
We
thought
a
bolt
had
fallen
in
the
middle
of
us
;
and
Joseph
swung
on
to
his
knees
beseeching
the
Lord
to
remember
the
patriarchs
Noah
and
Lot
,
and
,
as
in
former
times
,
spare
the
righteous
,
though
He
smote
the
ungodly
.
I
felt
some
sentiment
that
it
must
be
a
judgment
on
us
also
.
The
Jonah
,
in
my
mind
,
was
Mr.
Earnshaw
;
and
I
shook
the
handle
of
his
den
that
I
might
ascertain
if
he
were
yet
living
.
He
replied
audibly
enough
,
in
a
fashion
which
made
my
companion
vociferate
,
more
clamorously
than
before
,
that
a
wide
distinction
might
be
drawn
between
saints
like
himself
and
sinners
like
his
master
.
But
the
uproar
passed
away
in
twenty
minutes
,
leaving
us
all
unharmed
;
excepting
Cathy
,
who
got
thoroughly
drenched
for
her
obstinacy
in
refusing
to
take
shelter
,
and
standing
bonnetless
and
shawlless
to
catch
as
much
water
as
she
could
with
her
hair
and
clothes
.
She
came
in
and
lay
down
on
the
settle
,
all
soaked
as
she
was
,
turning
her
face
to
the
back
,
and
putting
her
hands
before
it
.
"
Well
,
miss
!
"
I
exclaimed
,
touching
her
shoulder
;
"
you
are
not
bent
on
getting
your
death
,
are
you
?
Do
you
know
what
o'clock
it
is
?
Half
past
twelve
.
Come
,
come
to
bed
!
there
's
no
use
waiting
longer
on
that
foolish
boy
:
he
'll
be
gone
to
Gimmerton
,
and
he
'll
stay
there
now
.
He
guesses
we
should
n't
wait
for
him
this
late
hour
:
at
least
,
he
guesses
that
only
Mr.
Hindley
would
be
up
;
and
he
'd
rather
avoid
having
the
door
opened
by
the
master
.
"
"
Nay
,
nay
,
he
's
noan
at
Gimmerton
,
"
said
Joseph
.
"
I
's
niver
wonder
but
he
's
at
t
'
bothom
of
a
bog-hoile
.
This
visitation
wor
n't
for
nowt
,
and
I
wod
hev
ye
to
look
out
,
miss
--
yah
muh
be
t
'
next
.
Thank
Hivin
for
all
!
All
warks
togither
for
gooid
to
them
as
is
chozzen
,
and
piked
out
fro
'
th
'
rubbidge
!
Yah
knaw
whet
t
'
Scripture
ses
.
"
And
he
began
quoting
several
texts
,
referring
us
to
chapters
and
verses
where
we
might
find
them
.
I
,
having
vainly
begged
the
wilful
girl
to
rise
and
remove
her
wet
things
,
left
him
preaching
and
her
shivering
,
and
betook
myself
to
bed
with
little
Hareton
,
who
slept
as
fast
as
if
every
one
had
been
sleeping
round
him
.
I
heard
Joseph
read
on
a
while
afterwards
;
then
I
distinguished
his
slow
step
on
the
ladder
,
and
then
I
dropped
asleep
.
Coming
down
somewhat
later
than
usual
,
I
saw
,
by
the
sunbeams
piercing
the
chinks
of
the
shutters
,
Miss
Catherine
still
seated
near
the
fire-place
.
The
house
door
was
ajar
,
too
;
light
entered
from
its
unclosed
windows
;
Hindley
had
come
out
,
and
stood
on
the
kitchen
hearth
,
haggard
and
drowsy
.
"
What
ails
you
,
Cathy
?
"
he
was
saying
when
I
entered
:
"
you
look
as
dismal
as
a
drowned
whelp
.
Why
are
you
so
damp
and
pale
,
child
?
"
"
I
've
been
wet
,
"
she
answered
reluctantly
,
"
and
I
'm
cold
,
that
's
all
.
"
