Wuthering Heights Page #5

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You dare to try and rouse him

against me!

You...

you must learn to avoid

putting me in a passion...

or I shall really murder you

sometime.

Come back and finish

your dinner.

Go home.

You've other company.

I don't know how you

can bear to leave her.

How can you defend him?

He's robbed you

of Wuthering Heights.

Your name's

above the door.

Doesn't matter.

If he were the deviI himself,

it wouldn't matter.

How would you feeI

if I spoke badly of your father?

Heathcliff's not your father.

He's my true father.

It's a poor conclusion,

is it not?

My old enemies

have not beaten me.

Now would be the precise time

to revenge myself

on their children.

I could do it.

No one could hinder me.

But where's the use?

Eat it while it's hot.

Oh, for God's sake,

please don't keep staring

like that.

Turn round.

Tell me, are we by ourselves?

Heathcliff...

you've not had a Bible

in your hand

since you were a lad.

Let me fetch the parson.

There's a strange...

change approaching.

How do you mean-

a change?

It's been a long fight.

I wish it were over.

Cathy?

Eh...

Mr. Heathcliff?

You'll have to wait.

Who are you?

I- I'm Lockwood.

Your new tenant

up at the Grange.

I'm surprised

you'd choose a storm

to go wandering about in,

Mr. Lockwood.

Who the deviI put you in there?

The deviI is right.

She said she'd been walking

the earth for 20 years.

Catherine Linton,

or Earnshaw,

or whatever she's called.

Her face.

She looked like...

Oh, you should not

have gone in there.

Will you come with me?

No.

To you, I've made myself

worse than the deviI.

Together, they are afraid

of nothing.

They would brave Satan

and all his legions.

And the price?

Three graves by a low wall

where the churchyard

meets the open moor.

A generation lost and gone.

Edgar, Cathy, Heathcliff.

May they sleep sound

in that quiet earth.

But country folk

will swear on their Bibles

that he still walks.

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