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The funeral was hurried over; Catherine, Mrs. Linton Heathcliff
now, was suffered to stay at the Grange till her father’s corpse had
She told me that her anguish had at last spurred Linton to
incur the risk of liberating her. She heard the men I sent,
disputing at the door, and she gathered the sense of Heathcliff’s
answer. It drove her desperate. Linton, who had been conveyed up
to the little parlour soon after I left, was terrified into fetching the
key before his father reascended.
He had the cunning to unlock and relock the door, without
shutting it; and when he should have gone to bed, he begged to
sleep with Hareton, and his petition was granted, for once.
Catherine stole out before break of day. She dare not try the
doors, lest the dogs should raise an alarm; she visited the empty
chambers, and examined their windows; and, luckily, lighting on
her mother’s, she got easily out of its lattice, and on to the ground,
by means of the fir-tree close by. Her accomplice suffered for his
share in the escape, notwithstanding his timid contrivances.