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Updated: June 13, 2025
"I sought, and soon discovered, the three headstones on the slope next the moor: the middle one grey and half-buried in heath; Edgar Linton's only harmonized by the turf and moss creeping up its foot; Heathcliff's still bare.
The rest of the period she spent in going over and explaining these same definitions in her usual thorough manner, ending with the stern injunction that she expected a letter-perfect recitation on the following morning. "Miss Nelson doesn't want much," grumbled Jerry Macy in Irma Linton's ear, as they filed out of class at the ringing of the bell which ended the period.
He didn't cast a glance towards my companions, though they were sufficiently near for Linton's sobs to be audible; but hailing me in the almost hearty tone he assumed to none besides, and the sincerity of which I couldn't avoid doubting, he said 'It is something to see you so near to my house, Nelly. How are you at the Grange? Let us hear.
'And I like her too ill to attempt it, said he, 'except in a very ghoulish fashion. You'd hear of odd 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!
"You did that a-purpose." "Did what?" "Kicked sawdust in my eyes. I saw you!" Mr. Linton's voice when he spoke held that same sinister note of restrained ferocity which had characterized it heretofore. "When I start kicking I won't kick sawdust into your eyes! I'll kick your eyes into that sawdust. That's what I'll do. I'll stomp 'em out like a pair of grapes." "You try it!
I sought, and soon discovered, the three headstones on the slope next the moor the middle one, gray, and half buried in the heath Edgar Linton's only harmonized by the turf and moss creeping up its foot Heathcliff's still bare.
And yet back of it all behind that which had been rendered visible by the actions of the man and by Harlan's own deductions was something else something stealthy and hidden; a secret threat of dire things to come a lingering promise of trickery. Standing at one of the gates of the corral upon the third morning following Linton's departure, Harlan considered this phase of the situation.
'I delivered Catherine's message. He cursed to himself, and in a few minutes came out with a lighted candle, and proceeded to their room. I followed. Mrs. Heathcliff was seated by the bedside, with her hands folded on her knees. Her father-in-law went up, held the light to Linton's face, looked at him, and touched him; afterwards he turned to her. "Now Catherine," he said, "how do you feel?"
We goin' be late. I 'mos' keel dem dog." Linton's seamed face softened; it cracked into a smile of genuine pleasure; there was real hospitality and welcome in his voice when he said: "You're in luck, for sure. Lay off your things and pull up to the fire. It won't take a jiffy to parlay the ham and coffee one calls three, as they say.
And here, at the beginning of her flight, she found herself in utter confusion of body and spirit, powerless to protect herself against such conduct as Harold's, such printed gossip as lay before her, or such unspeakable insinuations as Estelle Linton's. When Papa Claude returned, her first impulse was to pour out her troubles to him; but second thought restrained her.
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