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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.
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Chapter 34 On the morrow of that Monday,
Continued nearly,
Earnshaw being still unable to follow his ordinary employments,
I speedily found it would be impracticable to retain my child beside me as before.
She got downstairs before me and out into the garden where she'd seen her cousin performing some easy work.
When I went to bid them come to breakfast I saw she persuaded him to clear a large space of ground from currant and gooseberry bushes and they were busy planning together an importation of plants from the grange.
I was terrified at the devastation which had been accomplished in a brief half hour.
There,
That'll be all shown to the master,
I exclaimed.
The minute it's discovered and what excuse have you to offer for taking such liberties with the garden?
We shall have a fine explosion on the head of it,
See if we don't.
I'd forgotten they were Joseph's,
Answered Hairton,
Earnshaw,
Rather puzzled but I'll tell him I did it.
We always ate our meals with Mr Heathcliff.
I held the mistress's post in making tea and coffee,
Though I was indispensable at the table.
Catherine usually sat by me but today she's still nearer to Hairton and presently I saw she'd have no more discretion in her friendship than she had in her hostility.
Now mind you don't talk and notice your cousin too much,
Were my whispered instructions as we entered the room.
It will certainly annoy Mr Heathcliff,
He'll be mad at you both.
I'm not going to Nellie,
She answered but the minute after she sidled up to Hairton and was sticking primroses in his plate of porridge.
He dared not speak to her there,
He dared hardly even look at her and yet still she went on teasing till he was twice on the point of being provoked to laugh.
I frowned then she glanced towards the master,
His mind was occupied on other subjects but afterward she turned and recommenced her nonsense and at last Hairton uttered a smothered laugh.
That made Mr Heathcliff start,
His eye rapidly surveyed our faces.
It is as well you're out of my reach,
He exclaimed,
What fiend possesses you to stare back at me Catherine,
With those infernal eyes,
Down with them and don't remind me of your existence again,
I thought I'd cured you of laughing.
It was me,
Muttered Hairton.
What do you say?
Hairton looked at his plate and didn't repeat the confession,
Then Mr Heathcliff silently looked him up and down a bit and resumed his breakfast until Joseph lit on what had happened.
Hairton,
Is it you Joseph's finally fought with?
Said Heathcliff.
I pulled up two or three bushes replied the young man but I'm going to set them again.
And why have you pulled them up?
Catherine wisely put in her tongue then,
We wanted to plant some flowers there,
She cried,
I'm the only person to blame for I wished him to do it.
And who the devil gave you leave to touch a stick about the place and who ordered you to obey her?
He added,
Demanding of Hairton.
You shouldn't crouch a few yards of earth for me to ornament when you've taken all my land,
Said Cathy.
Your land,
Innocent slut,
You never had any,
Said Heathcliff.
And my money,
She continued.
Silence,
He exclaimed,
Get done and be gone.
And Hairton's land and his money,
Pursued the reckless thing.
Hairton and I are friends now and I shall tell him all about you.
At this,
Heathcliff seemed confounded a moment,
He grew very pale and he rose up eyeing Cathy all the while with an expression of mortal hate.
If you strike me,
Said Cathy,
Hairton will strike you,
So you may as well sit down.
If Hairton does not turn you out of the room,
I'll strike him to hell,
Thundered Heathcliff.
Damnable witch,
How dare you pretend to rouse him against me.
Bling her into the kitchen,
Ellen Dean,
If you let her come into my sight again,
I'll kill her.
Hairton tried under his breath to persuade Cathy to go.
He'll not obey you,
Wicked man,
Anymore,
Said Catherine.
Hairton will soon detest you as much as I do.
But it was too late,
Heathcliff had caught hold of her.
He had his hand in her hair.
Hairton attempted to release the locks,
Entreating him not to hurt her that once.
Then Heathcliff's black eyes flashed and he seemed ready to tear Catherine into pieces.
He drew his hand over her eyes,
He stood a moment to collect himself and then turned and knew,
He said.
You must learn to avoid putting me in a passion or I shall really murder you sometime.
Now go with Mrs Dean and keep with her and confine your insolence to her ears.
And as for Hairton Earnshaw,
If I see him listen to you,
I'll send him seeking his bread where he can get it.
Your love will make him an outcast and a beggar.
Nellie,
Take her and leave me,
All of you,
Leave me.
Hairton and Cathy lifted their eyes together to encounter Mr Heathcliff.
Perhaps you've never remarked their eyes are precisely similar and they are those of Catherine Earnshaw.
The present Catherine has no other likeness to her except a breadth of forehead,
The certain arch of the nostril that makes her appear rather haughty.
But with Hairton the resemblance is carried further.
It's singular at all times.
He looks like his father and at that moment it was particularly striking because Heathcliff's senses were alert and his mental faculties waken to unwanted activity.
I suppose the resemblance disarmed Mr Heathcliff.
He walked to the half in evident agitation but he quickly subsided as he looked at the young man or should I say altered its character for it was there yet.
He took the book from his hand and glanced at the open page.
Then he returned it without any observation,
Merely signing Catherine away.
Her companion lingered but very little behind her and I was about to depart also but Heathcliff bid me sit still.
It's a poor conclusion,
Is it not?
He observed,
Having brooded a while on the scene and observed termination to my violent exertions.
My old enemies have not beaten me.
How would be the precise time to revenge myself on their representatives?
I could do it and none could hinder me but where is the use?
I don't care for striking.
I can't take the trouble to raise my hand.
Nearly there is a strange change approaching.
I'm in its shadow.
I take so little interest in my daily life I hardly remember to eat and drink Those two who have left the room are the only objects which retain a distinct material appearance to me and that appearance causes me pain amounting to agony.
About her I won't speak and I don't desire to think but I earnestly wish she were invisible.
Her presence invokes only maddening sensations.
He moves me differently and yet if I could do it without seeming insane I'd never see him again.
