Support the Monkey! Tell All your Friends and Teachers

Help / FAQ



<- Previous | Table of Contents | Next ->
PinkMonkey.com Digital Library- Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte
184

kind: it haunted me on my return to the neighbourhood last
summer; but only her own assurance could make me admit the
horrible idea again. And then, Linton would be nothing, nor
Hindley, nor all the dreams that ever I dreamt. Two words would
comprehend my future--death and hell; existence, after losing her,
would be hell.

Yet I was a fool to fancy for a moment that she valued Edgar
Linton’s attachment more than mine. If he loved with all the
powers of his puny being, he couldn’t love as much in eighty years
as I could in a day. And Catherine has a heart as deep as I have;
the sea could be as readily contained in that horse trough, as her
whole affection be monopolized by him! Tush! He is scarcely a
degree dearer to her than her dog, or her horse. It is not in him to
be loved like me: how can she love in him what he has not?”

“Catherine and Edgar are as fond of each other as any two
people can be,” cried Isabella, with sudden vivacity. “No one has a
right to talk in that manner, and I won’t hear my brother
depreciated in silence!”

“Your brother is wondrous fond of you too, isn’t he?” observed
Heathcliff scornfully. “He turns you adrift on the world with
surprising alacrity.”

“He is not aware of what I suffer,” she replied. “I didn’t tell him
that.”

“You have been telling him something, then--you have written,
have you?”

“To say that I was married, I did write--you saw the note.”
“And nothing since?”

“No.”
“My young lady is looking sadly the worse for her change of


<- Previous | Table of Contents | Next ->
PinkMonkey.com Digital Library- Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte



All Contents Copyright © All rights reserved.
Further Distribution Is Strictly Prohibited.

About Us | Advertising | Contact Us | Privacy Policy | Home Page


Search:
Keywords:
In Association with Amazon.com