Page 98
Edgar is restored from the ill-temper
he gave way to at your coming; I begin to be secure and tranquil; and you,
restless to know us at peace, appear resolved on exciting a quarrel- quarrel
with Edgar if you please, Heathcliff, and deceive his sister; you’ll hit
in exactly the most efficient method of revenging yourself on me.’
Page 99
‘Do you suppose I’m going with that blow
burning in my gullet?’ he thundered. ‘By hell, no! I’ll crush his ribs
in like a rotten hazelnut, before I cross the threshold! If I don’t floor
him now, I shall murder him some time, so, as you value his existence,
let me get at him!’
Well if I cannot keep Heathcliff for my friend- if Edgar would be mean and jealous-I’ll try to break their hearts by breaking my own. That will be a prompt way of finishing all, when I an pushed to extremity!
Page 108
‘Hush!’ cried Mrs. Linton. ‘Hush, this
moment! You mention that name and I will end the matter, instantly, by
a spring from the window! What you touch at present, you may have; but
my soul will be on that hill-top before you lay hands on me again. I don’t
want you, Edgar; I’m past wanting you… Return to your books… I’m glad you
possess a consolation, for all you had in me is gone.’
Page 109
In passing the garden to reach the road,
at a place where a bridle hook is driven into the wall, I saw something
white moved irregularly, evidently by another agent than the wind. Notwithstanding
my hurry, I staid to examine it, lest ever after I should have the conviction
impressed on my imagination that it was a creature of the other world.
Page 123
He told me of Catherine’s illness, and
accursed my brother of causing it; promising I should be Edgar’s proxy
in suffering, till he could get a hold of him.
Page 135
‘ You teach me now how cruel you’ve been-
cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart,
Cathy? I have not one word of comfort- you deserve this. You have killed
yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears.
They’ll blight you- they’ll damn you. You loved me – then what right had
you to leave me? What right- answer me- for the poor fancy you left for
Linton?…
Chapter 27
Page 229, Paragraph 1
“ He cursed you, I dare
say, for coming into the world (I did, at least) and it would just do if
he curse you as he went out of it, I’d join him, I don’t love you! Weep
away, it will be your chief diversion hereafter.
Chapter 28
Page 233, Paragraph 1
“ … She hates me, and
wants me to die, hat she may have my money, but she shan’t have it; and
she shan’t go home! She never shall! She may cry, and be sick as much as
she please!”
Chapter 29
Page 239, Line 3
I brought him down one
evening, the day before yesterday, and just set him in a chair, and never
touched him afterwards. I sent Hareton out, and we had the to ourselves.
In two hours, I called Joseph to carry him up again; and since then, my
presence is as potent on his nerves as a ghost; and I fancy he sees me
often, though I am not near… Whether you like your precious mat or not,
you must come---he’s your concern now; I yield all my interest in him to
you.”
Failure of Revenge
Page 252
When Hareton tries to
leave all the mess, he bumped into Heathcliff, but he broke away.
Heathcliff: ‘it will be odd, if I thwart myself!'
he muttered, unconsciously that I was behind him. ‘But, when I looked for
his father in his face, I find her every day more! How devil is he so like?
I can hardly bear to see him.’
How can Heathcliff revenge on Catherine Linton and Hareton Earnshaw? Once and once again, he sees reflections of himself and Catherine Earnshaw from their eyes, their features, their tones, and their souls.
Page 269--270
Heathcliff: ‘It is a poor conclusion, is it not?…..
An absurd termination to my violent exertions? I get levers and mattocks
to demolish the two houses, and train myself to be capable of working like
Hercules, and when everything is ready and in my power I find the will
to lift a slate of either roof has vanished! My old enemies have not beaten
me. Now would be the precise time to revenge myself on their representatives.
I could do it, and none could hinder me. But… I don't care for striking;
I can't take the trouble to raise my hand. … I have lost the faculty of
enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.’
’Nelly, there is a strange change approaching; I'm in its shadow at present.
… Those two who have left the room are the only objects which retain a
distinct material appearance to me, and that appearance causes me pain,
amounting to agony…
‘Five minutes ago Hareton seemed a personification of my youth…I felt to
him in such a variety of ways that it would have been impossible to have
accosted him rationally…his startling likeness to Catherine connected him
fearfully with her… Well, Hareton's aspect was the ghost of my immortal
love, of my wild endeavours to hold my right, my degradation, my pride,
my happiness, and my anguish------
Page 272
For some days after
that evening Mr. Heathcliff shunned meeting us at meals, yet he would not
consent formally to exclude Hareton and Cathy...
. "What did he say?"
asked Hareton.
"He told me to beg one as fast as I could," she
answered. "But he looked so different from his usual look that I stopped
a moment to stare at him."
"How?" he inquired.
"Why, almost bright
and cheerful. No, almost nothing---very much excited, and wild and glad!"
she re-plied.
Page 276--277
. Now I perceived he
was not looking at the wall, for when I regarded him alone it seemed exactly
that he gazed at something within two yards' distance. And
Whatever it was, it communicated apparently both
pleasure and pain in exquisite extremes---at least the anguished yet raptured
expression of his countenance suggested that idea…
I distinguished Mr.
Heathcliff's step restlessly measuring the floor, and he frequently broke
the silence by a deep inspiration resembling a groan. He muttered detached
words also. The only one I could catch was the name of Catherine, coupled
with some wild term of endearment or suffering, and spoken as one would
speak to a person present---low and earnest, and wrung from the depth of
his soul.
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