Wuthering Heights by Emily BrontĂ« (guided reading books TXT) đ
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Returning from Liverpool, Mr. Earnshaw brings with him a dirty, ragged, black-haired child called Heathcliff, and sets into motion a tale of destructive passions. The bookâs two locations, the genteel Thrushcross Grange and the wild Wuthering Heights, serve as matching backgrounds to the characters of their occupants, as they struggle to gain the upper hand in marriage and power. All the while, the ghosts of the past seem to drive revenge more than inspire forgiveness.
Wuthering Heights was Emily BrontĂ«âs sole published novel before her early death at the age of 30. Published under the pen name of Ellis Bell, a shared surname with the pen names of her sisters, many assumed that such a book could only have been written by a man. Reviewers of the time praised its emotional power but were also shocked at the actions of its characters, and most agreed that it was impossible to put down. After the novelâs original publication in 1847 it was revised into a single volume in 1850, and over time has become a classic of English literature. The story has been reworked into plays, operas, films, TV dramatisations and a ballet, and has inspired many further works of art, music and literature.
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âThe doleful silence was broken at length by the sound of the kitchen latch: Heathcliff had returned from his watch earlier than usual; owing, I suppose, to the sudden storm. That entrance was fastened, and we heard him coming round to get in by the other. I rose with an irrepressible expression of what I felt on my lips, which induced my companion, who had been staring towards the door, to turn and look at me.
âââIâll keep him out five minutes,â he exclaimed. âYou wonât object?â
âââNo, you may keep him out the whole night for me,â I answered. âDo! put the key in the lock, and draw the bolts.â
âEarnshaw accomplished this ere his guest reached the front; he then came and brought his chair to the other side of my table, leaning over it, and searching in my eyes for a sympathy with the burning hate that gleamed from his: as he both looked and felt like an assassin, he couldnât exactly find that; but he discovered enough to encourage him to speak.
âââYou, and I,â he said, âhave each a great debt to settle with the man out yonder! If we were neither of us cowards, we might combine to discharge it. Are you as soft as your brother? Are you willing to endure to the last, and not once attempt a repayment?â
âââIâm weary of enduring now,â I replied; âand Iâd be glad of a retaliation that wouldnât recoil on myself; but treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.â
âââTreachery and violence are a just return for treachery and violence!â cried Hindley. âMrs. Heathcliff, Iâll ask you to do nothing; but sit still and be dumb. Tell me now, can you? Iâm sure you would have as much pleasure as I in witnessing the conclusion of the fiendâs existence; heâll be your death unless you overreach him; and heâll be my ruin. Damn the hellish villain! He knocks at the door as if he were master here already! Promise to hold your tongue, and before that clock strikesâ âit wants three minutes of oneâ âyouâre a free woman!â
âHe took the implements which I described to you in my letter from his breast, and would have turned down the candle. I snatched it away, however, and seized his arm.
âââIâll not hold my tongue!â I said; âyou mustnât touch him. Let the door remain shut, and be quiet!â
âââNo! Iâve formed my resolution, and by God Iâll execute it!â cried the desperate being. âIâll do you a kindness in spite of yourself, and Hareton justice! And you neednât trouble your head to screen me; Catherine is gone. Nobody alive would regret me, or be ashamed, though I cut my throat this minuteâ âand itâs time to make an end!â
âI might as well have struggled with a bear, or reasoned with a lunatic. The only resource left me was to run to a lattice and warn his intended victim of the fate which awaited him.
âââYouâd better seek shelter somewhere else tonight!â I exclaimed, in rather a triumphant tone. âMr. Earnshaw has a mind to shoot you, if you persist in endeavouring to enter.â
âââYouâd better open the door, you âž»â he answered, addressing me by some elegant term that I donât care to repeat.
âââI shall not meddle in the matter,â I retorted again. âCome in and get shot, if you please. Iâve done my duty.â
âWith that I shut the window and returned to my place by the fire; having too small a stock of hypocrisy at my command to pretend any anxiety for the danger that menaced him. Earnshaw swore passionately at me: affirming that I loved the villain yet; and calling me all sorts of names for the base spirit I evinced. And I, in my secret heart (and conscience never reproached me), thought what a blessing it would be for him should Heathcliff put him out of misery; and what a blessing for me should he send Heathcliff to his right abode! As I sat nursing these reflections, the casement behind me was banged on to the floor by a blow from the latter individual, and his black countenance looked blightingly through. The stanchions stood too close to suffer his shoulders to follow, and I smiled, exulting in my fancied security. His hair and clothes were whitened with snow, and his sharp cannibal teeth, revealed by cold and wrath, gleamed through the dark.
âââIsabella, let me in, or Iâll make you repent!â he âgirned,â as Joseph calls it.
âââI cannot commit murder,â I replied. âMr. Hindley stands sentinel with a knife and loaded pistol.â
âââLet me in by the kitchen door,â he said.
âââHindley will be there before me,â I answered: âand thatâs a poor love of yours that cannot bear a shower of snow! We were left at peace in our beds as long as the summer moon shone, but the moment a blast of winter returns, you must run for shelter! Heathcliff, if I were you, Iâd go stretch myself over her grave and die like a faithful dog. The world is surely not worth living in now, is it? You had distinctly impressed on me the idea that Catherine was the whole joy of your life: I canât imagine how you think of surviving her loss.â
âââHeâs there, is he?â exclaimed my companion, rushing to the gap. âIf I can get my arm out I can hit him!â
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