Wuthering Heights Page #9

Oh, my heart's darling,

I ask you once more.

Please end it.

End my agony!

Let me in! Let me in!

- Let me in.

- Cathy.

Cathy, do come, my love.

Do come, my love.

- Do come.

- Mr Heathcliff.

Mr Heathcliff.

- You must come.

- My lovo... I...

You must come.

Mr Heathcliff,

my husband, your son,

he's dead.

- My son?

- Linton.

Linton is dead.

Our Father who art in Heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

on Earth as it is in Heaven.

I'm sorry.

And I am sorry for the

things I said to you.

I did not mean it.

I was miserable and bitter at everybody

and I would like you to forgive me.

Is Catherine not here?

She is upstairs.

I picked some flowers

from over at the Grange.

- Oh, did you?

- Seemed a shame to waste them.

They were the last of the summer.

If he finds you in

here, he will punish you.

He can't hurt me. I

think even he knows that.

I thought we could be friends,

even though you'll be ashamed of me.

I will not be.

I think I would like a friend.

It is one of my mother's exercise books.

How she loved Heathcliff.

What are you two doing in here?

I wanted to feel close to

what is left of my family.

I'm the only person to blame. Hareton

stayed with me at my insistence.

And who the devil gave you

leave to set one foot in here!

And who ordered you to obey her?

You shouldn't grudge me one room when

you have taken everything from me!

You insolent slut!

You never had anything!

If you strike me,

Hareton will strike you!

If Hareton does not turn

you out of this room,

I will strike him back to hell!

Hareton,

take her. Take her and leave me.

All of you, leave me now!

She must learn to avoid

putting me in a passion.

You once told me that love would only

bring me grief and pain and suffering.

I have seen nothing in my life

to change that opinion otherwise.

You misled me,

not purposely I don't

suppose but you were wrong.

If that is true,

then my whole life's

endeavours have been wrong too.

Is that what you would have me believe?

I would have you believe

whatever brings you peace.

Would that not be a poor conclusion?

An absurd termination

to my violent exertions?

I feel for you in

such a variety of ways.

In the first place, your

startling likeness to Cathy

fearfully connected you with her. But

then what is not connected with her to me?

And what does not recall her?

The entire world is a dreadful

collection of memoranda

that she did exist and

that I have lost her.

You have no...

- feeling of illness, have you?

- No.

No, I have not.

I never felt stronger.

I think first you should

kiss me for minding so well.

Five kisses if you read it

through with no further blunders.

No.

No.

No! No!

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