From their tongues they did dismiss it; and Catherine, probably, from her thoughts
The other, I felt certain, recalled it often in the course of the evening. I saw him smile to himself-grin rather-and lapse into ominous musing whenever Mrs. Linton had occasion to be absent from the apartment.
His visits were a continual nightmare to me; and, I suspected, to my master also
I determined to watch his movements. My heart invariably cleaved to the masters, in preference to Catherines side: with reason I imagined, for he was kind, and trustful, and honourable; and she-she could not be called the opposite, yet she seemed to allow herself such wide latitude, that I had little faith in her principles, and still less sympathy for her feelings. I wanted something to happen which might have the effect of freeing both Wuthering Heights and the Grange of Mr. Heathcliff, quietly; leaving us as we had been prior to his advent. His abode at the Heights was an oppression past explaining. I felt that God had forsaken the stray sheep there to its own wicked wanderings, and an evil beast prowled between it and the fold, waiting his time to spring and destroy.
CHAPTER XI
Sometimes, while meditating on these things in solitude, Ive got up in a sudden terror, and put on my bonnet to go see how all was at the farm. Ive persuaded my conscience that it was a duty to warn him how people talked regarding his ways; and then Ive recollected his confirmed bad habits, and, hopeless of benefiting him, have flinched from re-entering the dismal house, doubting if I could bear to be taken at my word.
One time I passed the old gate, going out of my way, on a journey to Gimmerton. It was about the period that my narrative has reached: a bright frosty afternoon; the ground bare, and the road hard and dry. I