‘There’s a tigress!’ exclaimed Mrs. Linton, setting her free, and shaking her hand with pain. ‘Begone, for God’s sake, and hide your vixen face! How foolish to reveal those talons to him. Can’t you fancy the conclusions he’ll draw Look, Heathcliff! they are instruments that will do execution—you must beware of your eyes.’
‘I’d wrench them off her fingers, if they ever menaced me,’ he answered, brutally, when the door had closed after her. ‘But what did you mean by teasing the creature in that manner, Cathy You were not speaking the truth, were Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница you’
‘I assure you I was,’ she returned. ‘She has been dying for your sake several weeks, and raving about you this morning, and pouring forth a deluge of abuse, because I represented your failings in a plain light, for the purpose of mitigating her adoration. But don’t notice it further I wished to punish her sauciness, that’s all. I like her too well, my dear Heathcliff, to let you absolutely seize and devour her up.’
‘And I like her too ill to attempt it,’ said he, ‘except in a very ghoulish fashion. You’d hear of odd Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница things if I lived alone with that mawkish, waxen face the most ordinary would be painting on its white the colours of the rainbow, and turning the blue eyes black, every day or two they detestably resemble Linton’s.’
‘Delectably!’ observed Catherine. ‘They are dove’s eyes—angel’s!’
‘She’s her brother’s heir, is she not’ he asked, after a brief silence.
‘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 Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница 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 Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница 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 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 quietly; leaving us as we had been prior to his advent. His visits were a continual Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница 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 Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница 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 Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница 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 cannot 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 Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница 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 Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница 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 Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница, 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.
‘I am come to see thy father, Hareton,’ I added, guessing from the action that Nelly, if she lived in his memory at all, was not recognised as one with me.
He raised his missile to hurl it; I commenced a soothing speech, but could not stay his hand the stone struck my bonnet; and then ensued, from the stammering lips of the little fellow, a string of curses, which, whether he comprehended them or not Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница, were delivered with practised emphasis, and distorted his baby features into a shocking expression of malignity. You may be certain this grieved more than angered me. Fit to cry, I took an orange from my pocket, and offered it to propitiate him. He hesitated, and then snatched it from my hold; as if he fancied I only intended to tempt and disappoint him. I showed another, keeping it out of his reach.
‘Who has taught you those fine words, my bairn’ I inquired. ‘The curate’
‘Damn the curate, and thee! Gie me that,’ he replied.
‘Tell us where you Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница got your lessons, and you shall have it,’ said I. ‘Who’s your master’
‘Devil daddy,’ was his answer.
‘And what do you learn from daddy’ I continued.
He jumped at the fruit; I raised it higher. ‘What does he teach you’ I asked.
‘Naught,’ said he, ‘but to keep out of his gait. Daddy cannot bide me, because I swear at him.’
‘Ah! and the devil teaches you to swear at daddy’ I observed.
‘Ay—nay,’ he drawled.
‘I asked if he liked Mr. Heathcliff.’
‘Ay!’ he answered again.
Desiring to have his reasons for liking Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница him, I could only gather the sentences—‘I known’t he pays dad back what he gies to me—he curses daddy for cursing me. He says I mun do as I will.’
‘And the curate does not teach you to read and write, then’ I pursued.
‘No, I was told the curate should have his—teeth dashed down his—throat, if he stepped over the threshold—Heathcliff had promised that!’
I put the orange in his hand, and bade him tell his father that a woman called Nelly Dean was waiting to speak with him, by Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница the garden gate. He went up the walk, and entered the house; but, instead of Hindley, Heathcliff appeared on the door-stones; and I turned directly and ran down the road as hard as ever I could race, making no halt till I gained the guide-post, and feeling as scared as if I had raised a goblin. This is not much connected with Miss Isabella’s affair except that it urged me to resolve further on mounting vigilant guard, and doing my utmost to cheek the spread of such bad influence at the Grange even though I should wake a Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница domestic storm, by thwarting Mrs. Linton’s pleasure.
The next time Heathcliff came my young lady chanced to be feeding some pigeons in the court. She had never spoken a word to her sister-in-law for three days; but she had likewise dropped her fretful complaining, and we found it a great comfort. Heathcliff had not the habit of bestowing a single unnecessary civility on Miss Linton, I knew. Now, as soon as he beheld her, his first precaution was to take a sweeping survey of the house-front. I was standing by the kitchen-window, but Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница I drew out of sight. He then stepped across the pavement to her, and said something she seemed embarrassed, and desirous of getting away; to prevent it, he laid his hand on her arm. She averted her face he apparently put some question which she had no mind to answer. There was another rapid glance at the house, and supposing himself unseen, the scoundrel had the impudence to embrace her.
‘Judas! Traitor!’ I ejaculated. ‘You are a hypocrite, too, are you A deliberate deceiver.’
‘Who is, Nelly’ said Catherine’s voice at my elbow I had been over Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница-intent on watching the pair outside to mark her entrance.
‘Your worthless friend!’ I answered, warmly ‘the sneaking rascal yonder. Ah, he has caught a glimpse of us—he is coming in! I wonder will he have the heart to find a plausible excuse for making love to Miss, when he told you he hated her’
Mrs. Linton saw Isabella tear herself free, and run into the garden; and a minute after, Heathcliff opened the door. I couldn’t withhold giving some loose to my indignation; but Catherine angrily insisted on silence, and threatened to order me out of Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница the kitchen, if I dared to be so presumptuous as to put in my insolent tongue.
‘To hear you, people might think you were the mistress!’ she cried. ‘You want setting down in your right place! Heathcliff, what are you about, raising this stir I said you must let Isabella alone!—I beg you will, unless you are tired of being received here, and wish Linton to draw the bolts against you!’
‘God forbid that he should try!’ answered the black villain. I detested him just then. ‘God keep him meek and patient! Every day I grow madder Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница after sending him to heaven!’
‘Hush!’ said Catherine, shutting the inner door! ‘Don’t vex me. Why have you disregarded my request Did she come across you on purpose’
‘What is it to you’ he growled. ‘I have a right to kiss her, if she chooses; and you have no right to object. I am not your husband you needn’t be jealous of me!’
‘I’m not jealous of you,’ replied the mistress; ‘I’m jealous for you. Clear your face you sha’n’t scowl at me! If you like Isabella, you shall marry her. But do you Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница like her Tell the truth, Heathcliff! There, you won’t answer. I’m certain you don’t.’
‘And would Mr. Linton approve of his sister marrying that man’ I inquired.
‘Mr. Linton should approve,’ returned my lady, decisively.
‘He might spare himself the trouble,’ said Heathcliff ‘I could do as well without his approbation. And as to you, Catherine, I have a mind to speak a few words now, while we are at it. I want you to be aware that I know you have treated me infernally—infernally! Do you hear And if you flatter yourself that I don Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница’t perceive it, you are a fool; and if you think I can be consoled by sweet words, you are an idiot and if you fancy I’ll suffer unrevenged, I’ll convince you of the contrary, in a very little while! Meantime, thank you for telling me your sister-in-law’s secret I swear I’ll make the most of it. And stand you aside!’
‘What new phase of his character is this’ exclaimed Mrs. Linton, in amazement. ‘I’ve treated you infernally—and you’ll take your revenge! How will you take it, ungrateful Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница brute How have I treated you infernally’
‘I seek no revenge on you,’ replied Heathcliff, less vehemently. ‘That’s not the plan. The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him; they crush those beneath them. You are welcome to torture me to death for your amusement, only allow me to amuse myself a little in the same style, and refrain from insult as much as you are able. Having levelled my palace, don’t erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home. If I imagined you really wished me Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница to marry Isabel, I’d cut my throat!’
‘Oh, the evil is that I am not jealous, is it’ cried Catherine. ‘Well, I won’t repeat my offer of a wife it is as bad as offering Satan a lost soul. Your bliss lies, like his, in inflicting misery. You prove it. Edgar is restored from the ill-temper he gave way to at your coming; I begin to be secure and tranquil; and you, restless to know us at peace, appear resolved on exciting a quarrel. Quarrel with Edgar, if you please, Heathcliff, and deceive his sister Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница you’ll hit on exactly the most efficient method of revenging yourself on me.’
The conversation ceased. Mrs. Linton sat down by the fire, flushed and gloomy. The spirit which served her was growing intractable she could neither lay nor control it. He stood on the hearth with folded arms, brooding on his evil thoughts; and in this position I left them to seek the master, who was wondering what kept Catherine below so long.
‘Ellen,’ said he, when I entered, ‘have you seen your mistress’
‘Yes; she’s in the kitchen, sir,’ I answered. ‘She’s sadly put Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница out by Mr. Heathcliff’s behaviour and, indeed, I do think it’s time to arrange his visits on another footing. There’s harm in being too soft, and now it’s come to this—.’ And I related the scene in the court, and, as near as I dared, the whole subsequent dispute. I fancied it could not be very prejudicial to Mrs. Linton; unless she made it so afterwards, by assuming the defensive for her guest. Edgar Linton had difficulty in hearing me to the close. His first words revealed that he did not clear his wife of blame Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница.
‘This is insufferable!’ he exclaimed. ‘It is disgraceful that she should own him for a friend, and force his company on me! Call me two men out of the hall, Ellen. Catherine shall linger no longer to argue with the low ruffian—I have humoured her enough.’
He descended, and bidding the servants wait in the passage, went, followed by me, to the kitchen. Its occupants had recommenced their angry discussion Mrs. Linton, at least, was scolding with renewed vigour; Heathcliff had moved to the window, and hung his head, somewhat cowed by her violent rating apparently. He Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница saw the master first, and made a hasty motion that she should be silent; which she obeyed, abruptly, on discovering the reason of his intimation.
‘How is this’ said Linton, addressing her; ‘what notion of propriety must you have to remain here, after the language which has been held to you by that blackguard I suppose, because it is his ordinary talk you think nothing of it you are habituated to his baseness, and, perhaps, imagine I can get used to it too!’
‘Have you been listening at the door, Edgar’ asked the mistress, in a tone particularly calculated to Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница provoke her husband, implying both carelessness and contempt of his irritation. Heathcliff, who had raised his eyes at the former speech, gave a sneering laugh at the latter; on purpose, it seemed, to draw Mr. Linton’s attention to him. He succeeded; but Edgar did not mean to entertain him with any high flights of passion.
‘I’ve been so far forbearing with you, sir,’ he said quietly; ‘not that I was ignorant of your miserable, degraded character, but I felt you were only partly responsible for that; and Catherine wishing to keep up your acquaintance, I acquiesced Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница—foolishly. Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous for that cause, and to prevent worse consequences, I shall deny you hereafter admission into this house, and give notice now that I require your instant departure. Three minutes’ delay will render it involuntary and ignominious.
Heathcliff measured the height and breadth of the speaker with an eye full of derision.
‘Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!’ he said. ‘It is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles. By God! Mr. Linton, I’m mortally sorry that you are not Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница worth knocking down!’
My master glanced towards the passage, and signed me to fetch the men he had no intention of hazarding a personal encounter. I obeyed the hint; but Mrs. Linton, suspecting something, followed; and when I attempted to call them, she pulled me back, slammed the door to, and locked it.
‘Fair means!’ she said, in answer to her husband’s look of angry surprise. ‘If you have not courage to attack him, make an apology, or allow yourself to be beaten. It will correct you of feigning more valour than you possess. No, I’ll swallow the key Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница before you shall get it! I’m delightfully rewarded for my kindness to each! After constant indulgence of one’s weak nature, and the other’s bad one, I earn for thanks two samples of blind ingratitude, stupid to absurdity! Edgar, I was defending you and yours; and I wish Heathcliff may flog you sick, for daring to think an evil thought of me!’
It did not need the medium of a flogging to produce that effect on the master. He tried to wrest the key from Catherine’s grasp, and for safety she flung it Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница into the hottest part of the fire; whereupon Mr. Edgar was taken with a nervous trembling, and his countenance grew deadly pale. For his life he could not avert that excess of emotion mingled anguish and humiliation overcame him completely. He leant on the back of a chair, and covered his face.
‘Oh, heavens! In old days this would win you knighthood!’ exclaimed Mrs. Linton. ‘We are vanquished! we are vanquished! Heathcliff would as soon lift a finger at you as the king would march his army against a colony of mice. Cheer up! you sha’n’t be hurt Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница! Your type is not a lamb, it’s a sucking leveret.’
‘I wish you joy of the milk-blooded coward, Cathy!’ said her friend. ‘I compliment you on your taste. And that is the slavering, shivering thing you preferred to me! I would not strike him with my fist, but I’d kick him with my foot, and experience considerable satisfaction. Is he weeping, or is he going to faint for fear’
The fellow approached and gave the chair on which Linton rested a push. He’d better have kept his distance my master quickly sprang erect, and Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница struck him full on the throat a blow that would have levelled a slighter man. It took his breath for a minute; and while he choked, Mr. Linton walked out by the back door into the yard, and from thence to the front entrance.
‘There! you’ve done with coming here,’ cried Catherine. ‘Get away, now; he’ll return with a brace of pistols and half-a-dozen assistants. If he did overhear us, of course he’d never forgive you. You’ve played me an ill turn, Heathcliff! But go—make haste! I’d rather see Edgar at bay than you Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница.’
‘Do you suppose I’m going with that blow burning in my gullet’ he thundered. ‘By hell, no! I’ll crush his ribs in like a rotten hazel-nut before I cross the threshold! If I don’t floor him now, I shall murder him some time; so, as you value his existence, let me get at him!’
‘He is not coming,’ I interposed, framing a bit of a lie. ‘There’s the coachman and the two gardeners; you’ll surely not wait to be thrust into the road by them! Each has a bludgeon; and master will Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница, very likely, be watching from the parlour-windows to see that they fulfil his orders.’
The gardeners and coachman were there but Linton was with them. They had already entered the court. Heathcliff, on the second thoughts, resolved to avoid a struggle against three underlings he seized the poker, smashed the lock from the inner door, and made his escape as they tramped in.
Mrs. Linton, who was very much excited, bade me accompany her up-stairs. She did not know my share in contributing to the disturbance, and I was anxious to keep her in ignorance.
‘I’m nearly Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница distracted, Nelly!’ she exclaimed, throwing herself on the sofa. ‘A thousand smiths’ hammers are beating in my head! Tell Isabella to shun me; this uproar is owing to her; and should she or any one else aggravate my anger at present, I shall get wild. And, Nelly, say to Edgar, if you see him again to-night, that I’m in danger of being seriously ill. I wish it may prove true. He has startled and distressed me shockingly! I want to frighten him. Besides, he might come and begin a string of abuse or complainings; I’m certain Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница I should recriminate, and God knows where we should end! Will you do so, my good Nelly You are aware that I am no way blamable in this matter. What possessed him to turn listener Heathcliff’s talk was outrageous, after you left us; but I could soon have diverted him from Isabella, and the rest meant nothing. Now all is dashed wrong; by the fool’s craving to hear evil of self, that haunts some people like a demon! Had Edgar never gathered our conversation, he would never have been the worse for it. Really, when he opened Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница on me in that unreasonable tone of displeasure after I had scolded Heathcliff till I was hoarse for him, I did not care hardly what they did to each other; especially as I felt that, however the scene closed, we should all be driven asunder for nobody knows how long! Well, if I cannot keep Heathcliff for my friend—if Edgar will be mean and jealous, I’ll try to break their hearts by breaking my own. That will be a prompt way of finishing all, when I am pushed to extremity! But it’s a deed to Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница be reserved for a forlorn hope; I’d not take Linton by surprise with it. To this point he has been discreet in dreading to provoke me; you must represent the peril of quitting that policy, and remind him of my passionate temper, verging, when kindled, on frenzy. I wish you could dismiss that apathy out of that countenance, and look rather more anxious about me.’
The stolidity with which I received these instructions was, no doubt, rather exasperating for they were delivered in perfect sincerity; but I believed a person who could plan the turning of Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница her fits of passion to account, beforehand, might, by exerting her will, manage to control herself tolerably, even while under their influence; and I did not wish to ‘frighten’ her husband, as she said, and multiply his annoyances for the purpose of serving her selfishness. Therefore I said nothing when I met the master coming towards the parlour; but I took the liberty of turning back to listen whether they would resume their quarrel together. He began to speak first.
‘Remain where you are, Catherine,’ he said; without any anger in his voice, but with much sorrowful despondency. ‘I Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница shall not stay. I am neither come to wrangle nor be reconciled; but I wish just to learn whether, after this evening’s events, you intend to continue your intimacy with—’
‘Oh, for mercy’s sake,’ interrupted the mistress, stamping her foot, ‘for mercy’s sake, let us hear no more of it now! Your cold blood cannot be worked into a fever your veins are full of ice-water; but mine are boiling, and the sight of such chillness makes them dance.’
‘To get rid of me, answer my question,’ persevered Mr. Linton. ‘You must answer it; and that violence does Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница not alarm me. I have found that you can be as stoical as anyone, when you please. Will you give up Heathcliff hereafter, or will you give up me It is impossible for you to be my friend and his at the same time; and I absolutely require to know which you choose.’
‘I require to be let alone’ exclaimed Catherine, furiously. ‘I demand it! Don’t you see I can scarcely stand Edgar, you—you leave me!’
She rang the bell till it broke with a twang; I entered leisurely. It was enough to try Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница the temper of a saint, such senseless, wicked rages! There she lay dashing her head against the arm of the sofa, and grinding her teeth, so that you might fancy she would crash them to splinters! Mr. Linton stood looking at her in sudden compunction and fear. He told me to fetch some water. She had no breath for speaking. I brought a glass full; and as she would not drink, I sprinkled it on her face. In a few seconds she stretched herself out stiff, and turned up her eyes, while her cheeks, at once blanched and livid, assumed Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница the aspect of death. Linton looked terrified.
‘There is nothing in the world the matter,’ I whispered. I did not want him to yield, though I could not help being afraid in my heart.
‘She has blood on her lips!’ he said, shuddering.
‘Never mind!’ I answered, tartly. And I told him how she had resolved, previous to his coming, on exhibiting a fit of frenzy. I incautiously gave the account aloud, and she heard me; for she started up—her hair flying over her shoulders, her eyes flashing, the muscles of her neck and arms standing out preternaturally. I Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница made up my mind for broken bones, at least; but she only glared about her for an instant, and then rushed from the room. The master directed me to follow; I did, to her chamber-door she hindered me from going further by securing it against me.
As she never offered to descend to breakfast next morning, I went to ask whether she would have some carried up. ‘No!’ she replied, peremptorily. The same question was repeated at dinner and tea; and again on the morrow after, and received the same answer. Mr. Linton, on his part, spent his Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница time in the library, and did not inquire concerning his wife’s occupations. Isabella and he had had an hour’s interview, during which he tried to elicit from her some sentiment of proper horror for Heathcliff’s advances but he could make nothing of her evasive replies, and was obliged to close the examination unsatisfactorily; adding, however, a solemn warning, that if she were so insane as to encourage that worthless suitor, it would dissolve all bonds of relationship between herself and him.
While Miss Linton moped about the park and garden, always silent, and almost always in Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница tears; and her brother shut himself up among books that he never opened—wearying, I guessed, with a continual vague expectation that Catherine, repenting her conduct, would come of her own accord to ask pardon, and seek a reconciliation—and she fasted pertinaciously, under the idea, probably, that at every meal Edgar was ready to choke for her absence, and pride alone held him from running to cast himself at her feet; I went about my household duties, convinced that the Grange had but one sensible soul in its walls, and that lodged in my body Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница. I wasted no condolences on Miss, nor any expostulations on my mistress; nor did I pay much attention to the sighs of my master, who yearned to hear his lady’s name, since he might not hear her voice. I determined they should come about as they pleased for me; and though it was a tiresomely slow process, I began to rejoice at length in a faint dawn of its progress as I thought at first.
Mrs. Linton, on the third day, unbarred her door, and having finished the water in her pitcher and decanter, desired a renewed supply Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница, and a basin of gruel, for she believed she was dying. That I set down as a speech meant for Edgar’s ears; I believed no such thing, so I kept it to myself and brought her some tea and dry toast. She ate and drank eagerly, and sank back on her pillow again, clenching her hands and groaning. ‘Oh, I will die,’ she exclaimed, ‘since no one cares anything about me. I wish I had not taken that.’ Then a good while after I heard her murmur, ‘No, I’ll not die—he’d be glad—he does not love Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница me at all—he would never miss me!’
‘Did you want anything, ma’am’ I inquired, still preserving my external composure, in spite of her ghastly countenance and strange, exaggerated manner.
‘What is that apathetic being doing’ she demanded, pushing the thick entangled locks from her wasted face. ‘Has he fallen into a lethargy, or is he dead’
‘Neither,’ replied I; ‘if you mean Mr. Linton. He’s tolerably well, I think, though his studies occupy him rather more than they ought he is continually among his books, since he has no other society.’
I should not Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 8 страница have spoken so if I had known her true condition, but I could not get rid of the notion that she acted a part of her disorder.
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