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"
I
should
be
sorry
to
think
so
,
"
returned
his
companion
"
Half-a-dozen
nephews
shall
erase
her
title
,
please
Heaven
!
Abstract
your
mind
from
the
subject
at
present
:
you
are
too
prone
to
covet
your
neighbour
's
goods
;
remember
this
neighbour
's
goods
are
mine
.
"
"
If
they
were
mine
,
they
would
be
none
the
less
that
,
"
said
Heathcliff
;
"
but
though
Isabella
Linton
may
be
silly
,
she
is
scarcely
mad
;
and
,
in
short
,
we
'll
dismiss
the
matter
,
as
you
advise
.
"
From
their
tongues
they
did
dismiss
it
;
and
Catherine
,
probably
,
from
her
thoughts
.
The
other
,
I
felt
certain
,
recalled
it
often
in
the
course
of
the
evening
.
I
saw
him
smile
to
himself
--
grin
rather
--
and
lapse
into
ominous
musing
whenever
Mrs.
Linton
had
occasion
to
be
absent
from
the
apartment
.
I
determined
to
watch
his
movements
.
My
heart
invariably
cleaved
to
the
master
's
,
in
preference
to
Catherine
's
side
:
with
reason
I
imagined
,
for
he
was
kind
,
and
trustful
,
and
honourable
;
and
she
--
she
could
not
be
called
the
opposite
,
yet
she
seemed
to
allow
herself
such
wide
latitude
,
that
I
had
little
faith
in
her
principles
,
and
still
less
sympathy
for
her
feelings
.
I
wanted
something
to
happen
which
might
have
the
effect
of
freeing
both
Wuthering
Heights
and
the
Grange
of
Mr.
Heathcliff
,
leaving
us
as
we
had
been
prior
to
his
advent
.
His
visits
were
a
continual
nightmare
to
me
;
and
,
I
suspected
,
to
my
master
also
.
His
abode
at
the
Heights
was
an
oppression
past
explaining
.
I
felt
that
God
had
forsaken
the
stray
sheep
there
to
its
own
wicked
wanderings
,
and
an
evil
beast
prowled
between
it
and
the
fold
,
waiting
his
time
to
spring
and
destroy
.
Sometimes
,
while
meditating
on
these
things
in
solitude
,
I
've
got
up
in
a
sudden
terror
,
and
put
on
my
bonnet
to
go
see
how
all
was
at
the
farm
.
I
've
persuaded
my
conscience
that
it
was
a
duty
to
warn
him
how
people
talked
regarding
his
ways
;
and
then
I
've
recollected
his
confirmed
bad
habits
,
and
,
hopeless
of
benefiting
him
,
have
flinched
from
re-entering
the
dismal
house
,
doubting
if
I
could
bear
to
be
taken
at
my
word
.
One
time
I
passed
the
old
gate
,
going
out
of
my
way
,
on
a
journey
to
Gimmerton
.
It
was
about
the
period
that
my
narrative
has
reached
:
a
bright
frosty
afternoon
;
the
ground
bare
,
and
the
road
hard
and
dry
.
I
came
to
a
stone
where
the
highway
branches
off
on
to
the
moor
at
your
left
hand
;
a
rough
sand-pillar
,
with
the
letters
W
H.
cut
on
its
north
side
,
on
the
east
,
G.
,
and
on
the
south-west
,
T.
G
.
It
serves
as
a
guide
post
to
the
Grange
,
the
Heights
,
and
village
.
The
sun
shone
yellow
on
its
grey
head
,
reminding
me
of
summer
;
and
I
can
not
say
why
,
but
all
at
once
,
a
gush
of
child
's
sensations
flowed
into
my
heart
.
Hindley
and
I
held
it
a
favourite
spot
twenty
years
before
.
I
gazed
long
at
the
weather-worn
block
,
and
,
stooping
down
,
perceived
a
hole
near
the
bottom
still
full
of
snail-shells
and
pebbles
,
which
we
were
fond
of
storing
there
with
more
perishable
things
;
and
,
as
fresh
as
reality
,
it
appeared
that
I
beheld
my
early
playmate
seated
on
the
withered
turf
:
his
dark
,
square
head
bent
forward
,
and
his
little
hand
scooping
out
the
earth
with
a
piece
of
slate
.
"
Poor
Hindley
!
"
I
exclaimed
involuntarily
.
I
started
:
my
bodily
eye
was
cheated
into
a
momentary
belief
that
the
child
lifted
its
face
and
stared
straight
into
mine
!
It
vanished
in
a
twinkling
;
but
immediately
I
felt
an
irresistible
yearning
to
be
at
the
Heights
.
Superstition
urged
me
to
comply
with
this
impulse
:
supposing
he
should
be
dead
!
I
thought
--
or
should
die
soon
!
--
supposing
it
were
a
sign
of
death
!
The
nearer
I
got
to
the
house
the
more
agitated
I
grew
;
and
on
catching
sight
of
it
I
trembled
in
every
limb
.
The
apparition
had
outstripped
me
:
it
stood
looking
through
the
gate
.
That
was
my
first
idea
on
observing
an
elf-locked
,
brown-eyed
boy
setting
his
ruddy
countenance
against
the
bars
.
Further
reflection
suggested
this
must
be
Hareton
,
my
Hareton
,
not
altered
greatly
since
I
left
him
,
ten
months
since
.
"
God
bless
thee
,
darling
!
"
I
cried
,
forgetting
instantaneously
my
foolish
fears
.
"
Hareton
,
it
's
Nelly
!
Nelly
,
thy
nurse
.
"
He
retreated
out
of
arm
's
length
,
and
picked
up
a
large
flint
.
