Novels of the Sisters Brontë: Wuthering Heights, by Emily BrontëJ. Grant, 1905 |
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answered asked baht began better BRONTË WATERFALL Catherine Earnshaw Catherine's chair CHARLOTTE BRONTË child companion countenance cousin cried dare Dean devil door Earnshaw Edgar Linton ejaculated Ellen entered exclaimed eyes face fancy father fear feel felt fire gaze getically Gimmerton guess hand Hareton hate head hear heard heart Heath Heathcliff HIGH SUNDERLAND Hindley Hindley Earnshaw hour inquired Isabella Joseph keep kissed kitchen laugh leave live look master mind minute Miss Catherine Miss Cathy Miss Linton mistress moors morning muttered Nelly never night papa parlour porridge replied returned round seat seemed servant Skulker soon speak stared stay stood suppose talk tell thing thought Thrushcross Grange told took turn upstairs walk window wish word Wuthering Heights young lady Zillah
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Pagina 121 - Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
Pagina 249 - He dashed his head against the knotted trunk, and, lifting up his eyes, howled, not like a man, but like a savage beast getting goaded to death with knives and spears.
Pagina 34 - I muttered, knocking my knuckles through the glass, and stretching an arm out to seize the importunate branch; instead of which, my fingers closed on the fingers of a little, ice-cold hand! The intense horror of nightmare came over me: I tried to draw back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most melancholy voice sobbed, 'Let me in — let me in!' 'Who are you?' I asked, struggling, meanwhile, to disengage myself. 'Catherine Linton,' it replied shiveringly (why did I think of Linton?
Pagina 240 - What right - answer me - for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it . I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me, that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you oh, God! would you like to live with your soul in the grave?
Pagina 118 - I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.
Pagina 118 - It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now ; so he shall never know how I love him : and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same ; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.
Pagina 248 - Why, she's a liar to the end! Where is she? Not THERE - not in heaven - not perished - where? Oh! you said you cared nothing for my sufferings! And I pray one prayer - I repeat it till my tongue stiffens - Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you - haunt me, then! The murdered DO haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts HAVE wandered on earth. Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only DO not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot...
Pagina 13 - Her position before was sheltered from the light; now, I had a distinct view of her whole figure and countenance. She was slender, and apparently scarcely past girlhood: an admirable form, and the most exquisite little face that I have ever had the pleasure of beholding ; small features, very fair ; flaxen ringlets, or rather golden, hanging loose on her delicate neck ; and eyes, had they been agreeable in expression, that would have been irresistible : fortunately...
Pagina 10 - On that bleak hill-top the earth was hard with a black frost, and the air made me shiver through every limb. Being unable to remove the chain, I jumped over, and, running up the flagged cause-way bordered with straggling gooseberry bushes, knocked vainly for admittance, till my knuckles tingled, and the dogs howled. 'Wretched inmates!