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You are made aware of it at the very beginning when the ghost of the child Catherine is heard and felt by Lockwood; though it is Heathcliff that she haunts. It begins in the hour after Catherine's death, upon Heathcliff's passionate invocation: "'Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest so long as I am living! You said I killed you haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe.
How were these ever strong enough to bear the burden of those eyes of Heathcliff's in "Wuthering Heights"? "The clouded windows of Hell flashed a moment towards me; the fiend which usually looked out, however, was so dimmed and drowned " That mourning fiend, who had wept all night, had no expression, no proof or sign of himself, except in the edges of the eyelids of the man.
By God! she's relentless. Oh, damn it! It's unutterably too much for flesh and blood to bear even mine." It is Heathcliff's susceptibility to this immaterial passion, the fury with which he at once sustains and is consumed by it, that makes him splendid. Peace under green grass could never be the end of Heathcliff or of such a tragedy as Wuthering Heights.
But I think I have found the suggestion of this action of Heathcliff's the disinterment. And Emily showed no sign at all of admiration when she did him so much honour as to borrow the action of his studio-bravo.
Heathcliff's place, and that is four from the Grange, so I began to fear night would fall ere I could reach them.
Edgar: he grew pale with pure annoyance: a feeling that reached its climax when his lady rose, and stepping across the rug, seized Heathcliff's hands again, and laughed like one beside herself. 'I shall think it a dream to-morrow! she cried. 'I shall not be able to believe that I have seen, and touched, and spoken to you once more. And yet, cruel Heathcliff! you don't deserve this welcome.
I'm annoyed how I should dream of chattering on at such a rate; and your gruel cold, and you nodding for bed! I could have told Heathcliff's history, all that you need hear, in half a dozen words. Thus interrupting herself, the housekeeper rose, and proceeded to lay aside her sewing; but I felt incapable of moving from the hearth, and I was very far from nodding. 'Sit still, Mrs.
"You are leagued with the rest," she replied, "and I'll not listen to your slanders." The antipathy of Mr. Linton towards Heathcliff reached a point at last at which he called on his servants one day to turn him out of the Grange, whereupon Heathcliff's revenge took the form of an elopement with Linton's sister.
My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries ... my great thought in living is himself.... Nelly! I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am a pleasure to myself, but as my own being." That is her "secret".
We didn't care whether you kept with us or not; I merely thought Heathcliff's talk would have nothing entertaining for your ears. 'Oh, no, wept the young lady; 'you wished me away, because you knew I liked to be there! 'Is she sane? asked Mrs. Linton, appealing to me. 'I'll repeat our conversation, word for word, Isabella; and you point out any charm it could have had for you.
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