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43 myself. “A good subject to start--and that pretty girl-widow, I should like to know her history: whether she be a native of the country, or, as is more probable, an exotic that the surly indigenae will not recognise for kin.” With this intention I asked Mrs. Dean why Heathcliff let Thrushcross Grange, and preferred living in a situation and residence so much inferior. “Is he not rich enough to keep the estate in good order?” I inquired. “Rich, sir!” she returned. “He has, nobody knows what money, and every year it increases. Yes, yes, he’s rich enough to live in a finer house than this; but he’s very near--close-handed; and, if he had meant to flit to Thrushcross Grange, as soon as he heard of a good tenant he could not have borne to miss the chance of getting a few hundreds more. It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world!” “He had a son, it seems?” “Yes, he had one--he is dead.” “And that young lady, Mrs. Heathcliff, is his widow?” “Yes.” “Where did she come from originally?” “Why, sir, she is my late master’s daughter: Catherine Linton was her maiden name. I nursed her, poor thing! I did wish Mr. Heathcliff would remove here, and then we might have been together again.” “What! Catherine Linton?” I exclaimed, astonished. But a minute’s reflection convinced me it was not my ghostly Catherine. “Then,” I continued, “my predecessor’s name was Linton?” “It was.” “And who is that Earnshaw, Hareton Earnshaw, who lives with |
