30 Wuthering Heights Read By Stephanie Poppins

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Come with me as we immerse ourselves in a romantic journey to a time long since forgotten.

Emily Bronte was born in Yorkshire in 1818 and along with her brother and sisters Anne and Charlotte,

Wrote from childhood onwards.

Wuthering Heights is the story she is best remembered for.

But before we begin,

Let's take a moment to focus on where we are now.

Take a deep breath in through your nose and let it out with a long sigh.

Now close your eyes and feel yourself sink deeper into the support beneath you.

It is time to relax and fully let go.

There is nothing you need to be doing now and nowhere you need to go.

Happy listening.

Chapter 30 I've paid a visit to the Heights but I've not seen her since she left.

Joseph held the door in his hand when I called to ask after Kathy and he wouldn't let me pass.

He said Mrs Linton was thrang and the master was not in.

Zilla told me something of the way they go on,

Otherwise I should hardly know who was dead and who was living.

She thinks Katherine haughty,

She doesn't like her I can guess by her talk.

My young lady asked some aid of her when she first came but Mr Heathcliff told her to follow her own business and let his daughter-in-law look after herself and Zilla willingly acquiesced being a narrow-minded selfish woman.

Katherine convinced her child's annoyance of this neglect,

Repaid it with contempt and thus enlisted my informant amongst her enemies as if she'd done her some great wrong.

I had a long talk with Zilla about six weeks ago,

A little before you came Mr Lockwood and this is what she told me.

The first thing Mrs Linton did she said on her arrival at the heights was to run upstairs without even wishing good evening to me and Joseph.

She shut herself into Linton's room and remained till morning.

While the master and her insurer at breakfast she entered the house and asked all in a quiver if the doctor might be sent for.

Her cousin was very ill.

We know that answered Heathcliff but his life is not worth a farthing and I won't spend a farthing on him.

But I cannot tell how to do it she said and if nobody will help me he'll die.

Walk out of the room cried Heathcliff and let me never hear a word more about him.

None here cares what becomes him.

Lock him up and leave him.

Then she began to bother me and I said I'd had enough plague with a tiresome thing and we each had our own tasks and hers was to wait on Linton.

Miss Heathcliff bit me leave that labour to her.

How they managed together I can't tell.

I fancy he fretted a great deal and moaned night and day.

She had precious little rest.

One could guess by her white face and heavy eyes.

She sometimes came into the kitchen all wilder like and looked as if she'd feigned beg assistance but I was not going to disobey the master.

I never dare disobey him.

Once or twice after we'd gone to bed I've happened to open my door again and seen her sitting crying on the stairs and I've shut myself in quick for fear of being moved to interfere.

Now I did pity her then I'm sure.

Still I didn't wish to lose my place you know and at last one night she came boldly into my chamber and frightened me out of my wits by saying tell Mr Heathcliff his son's dying.

I'm sure he is this time.

Get up instantly and tell him Nellie.

Having uttered this speech Kathy vanished again.

I lay a quarter of an hour listening and trembling but nothing stirred.

The house was quiet.

She's mistaken I said to myself.

He's got over it I needn't disturb them and I began to doze but my sleep was marred a second time by a sharp ringing of the bell.

The only bell we have put up on purpose for Linton.

The master called me to see what was the matter and informed them he wouldn't have that noise repeated.

Then I delivered Katherine's message.

He cursed to himself and in a few minutes came down with a lighted candle and proceeded to their room.

I followed.

Mrs Heathcliff was seated by the bedside with her hands folded on her knees.

Her father-in-law went up held the light to Linton's face looked at him touched him and afterwards he turned to her.

Now Katherine how do you feel?

He said.

She was dumb.

How do you feel Katherine?

He repeated.

He's safe and I'm free she answered.

I should feel well but the bitterness she could not conceal.

You've left me so long to struggle against death alone.

I feel and see only death.

I feel like death and she looked like it too.

I gave her a little wine and Hayton and Joseph who'd been waken out by the ringing and the sound of feet heard our talk from outside and they entered.

Joseph was fain I believe of the lad's removal.

Hayton seemed a thought bothered though he was more taken up with staring at Katherine than thinking of Linton but the master bid him get off to bed again because we didn't want his help.

He afterwards made Joseph remove the body to its chamber and told me to return to mine and Mrs Heathcliff remained by herself.

In the morning he sent me to tell her she must come down to breakfast.

She'd undressed and appeared going to sleep and said she was ill which I hardly wondered at.

I informed Mr Heathcliff and he said let her be till after the funeral then go up and get to her what is needful and as soon as she seems better tell me.

Kathy stayed upstairs a fortnight according to Zilla who visited her twice a day.

Heathcliff went up once to show Linton's will.

He bequeathed the whole of his and what had been her movable property to his father.

The poor creature was threatened or coaxed into that act during her week's absence when his uncle died.

The lands being a minor he could not meddle with however Mr Heathcliff has claimed and kept them in his wife's right and his also.

I suppose legally at any rate Katherine,

Destitute of cash and friends,

Cannot disturb his possession.

Nobody said Zilla ever approached her door except that once but I and nobody asked anything about her.

The first occasion of her coming down into the house was on a Sunday afternoon.

She cried out when I carried her up to dinner that she couldn't bear any longer being in the cold and I told her the master was going to thrush cross grange and ensure and I needn't hinder her from descending.

So as soon as she heard Heathcliff's horse trot off she made her appearance donned in black and her yellow curls combed back behind her ears as plain as a quaker.

She couldn't comb them out.

The Kirk you know is no minister now and they call the Methodist or Baptist place a gimmet and a chapel.

Joseph has gone but I thought proper to bide at home.

Young folks are always the better for an elders overlooking and Hairton with all his bashfulness isn't a model of nice behaviour.

I let him know his cousin would very likely sit with us and she'd been always used to see the Sabbath respected so it is good as leave his guns and bits of indoor work outside while she stayed.

He coloured up at the news and cast his eyes over his hands and clothes.

The train oil and gunpowder was shoved out of sight in a minute and I saw he meant to give her his company.

I guess by his way he wanted to be presentable.

Now Mrs Dean said Zilla seeing me not pleased by her manner.

You happen think your young lady too fine for Mr Hairton and perhaps you're right but I own I should love well to bring her pride a peg lower.

And what would all her learning and outdatingness do for her now?

She's as poor as you or I.

Poorer I'll be bound.

Then Hairton allowed Zilla to give him a raid and she flattered him into good humour so that when Catherine came,

Half forgetting her former insults,

He tried to make himself agreeable by the housekeeper's account.

Then Miss Cathy walked in as chill as an icicle and as high as a princess.

I got up and offered her my seat in the armchair but she turned up her nose at my civility.

Earnshaw rose to and bid her come to the settle and sit close by the fire.

He was sure she was starved.

I've been starved a month and more she answered resting on the word as scornful as she could.

Then she got a chair for herself and placed it at a distance from both of us.

Having sat till she was warm she began to look around and discovered a number of books on the dresser.

She was instantly upon her feet again stretching to reach them but they were too high up.

Her cousin,

After watching her endeavours a while,

At last summoned courage to help her.

She held her frock and he filled it with the first that came to hand.

That was a great advance for the lad.

Cathy didn't thank him though.

He felt gratified she'd accepted his assistance though and ventured to stand behind as she examined them and even to stoop and point out what struck his fancy in certain old pictures which they contained.

He wasn't daunted by the saucy style in which he jerked the page from his finger.

He contended himself with going a bit further back and looking at her instead of the book.

She continued reading or seeking for something to read and his attention became by degrees quite centred in the study of her thick silky curls.

Her face he couldn't see and Cathy couldn't see him.

Perhaps not quite awake to what he did but attracted like a child to a candle.

Then he proceeded from staring to touching.

He put out his hand and stroked one curl as gently as if it was a bird but he might well have stuck a knife into her neck as she started around in such a taking.

Get away this moment!

How dare you touch me!

Then Mr Hairton recoiled looking as foolish as he could do.

Earnshaw crossed over and whispered to me.

Will you ask her to read to us?

I'm stalled of doing now and I do like,

I could like to hear her.

Mr Hairton wishes you'd read to us ma'am I said.

He'd take it very kind of me much obliged.

In spite of Cathy's pride she was forced to condescend to our company more and more.

However I took care there should be no further scorning.

I've been stiff as her myself and she's no lover or liker amongst us and she does not deserve one.

I'll let them say the least word to her and she'll curl back without respect of anyone.

She'll slap at the master himself and as good as dares him to thrash her and the more hurt she gets the more venomous she grows.

I determined to leave my situation at that point,

Take a cottage and get Catherine to come and live with me but Mr Heathcliff would have soon permit he would set up Hairton in an independent house and I can see no remedy at present unless she could marry again and that scheme it does not come within my province to arrange.

Thus ended Mrs Dean's story.

Notwithstanding the doctor's prophecy I am rapidly recovering strength and though it be only the second week in January I propose getting out on horseback in a day or two and riding over to Wuthering Heights to inform my landlord I shall spend the next six months in London and if he likes he may look out for another tenant to take the place after October.

I would not pass another winter here for much.