9 Wuthering Heights Read And Abridged By Stephanie Poppins

Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë is a gothic novel that follows the antihero, Heathcliff, as he gets revenge on the people who kept him away from his love, Cathy Earnshaw. After over a decade, he finally succeeds in his revenge and gains Thrushcross Grange, the family home of Cathy's husband.

In this episode, Heathcliff runs away from Wuthering Heights after hearing Cathy deliver some distressing news. Discovering his absence, Cathy searches for him all night in the rain.

Transcript

Hello. Welcome to Sleep Stories with Steph, Your go-to romantic podcast that guarantees you a calm and entertaining transition into a great night's sleep. 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. That's it. 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 Nine Little Hurton was stowed away by me in the kitchen cupboard said Mrs Dean but Henley raving like a madman said, By heaven and hell Nellie you swore between you to murder that child. I know how it is now. Now that he's out of my way but with the help of Satan I shall make you swallow the carving knife Nellie. I tried to stay in good humor saying but I don't like the carving knife Mr Henley it's been cutting red herrings I'd rather be shot if you please and he said you'd rather be damned and so you shall. No law in England can hinder a man from keeping his house decent and mine's abominable open your mouth. Then he held a knife in his hand and pushed its point between my teeth. Now I was never much afraid of him so I spat it out and affirmed it tasted detestably and I'd not take it on any account. Oh says he releasing me I see that hideous little villain is not Hairton. I beg your pardon Nell if it be he deserves feigning life for not running to welcome me and for screaming as if I were a goblin. Then catching sight of his son he says hush hush child is it you my darling dry thy eyes there's a joy now kiss me kiss me Hairton damn they kiss me he says. Poor Hairton was scrawling and kicking in his father's arms with all his might and we doubled his yells when he carried him upstairs and lifted him over the banister. I cried out he'd frightened the child into fits and I ran up to rescue him. As I reached them Hindley leant forward on the rails to listen to a noise below almost forgetting what he had in his hands. Who's that he asked hearing someone approaching the stairs foot. I leaned forward also for the purpose of signing to Heathcliff whose step I recognised not to come any further. But the instant when my eye acquitted Hairton he gave a sudden spring and delivered himself from the careless grasp that held him and fell. There was scarcely time to experience a thrill of horror before we saw the little wretch was safe. Heathcliff caught him just at the critical moment and setting the little one on his feet he looked up to discover the author of the accident. Had it been dark I dare say would have tried to remedy the mistake by smashing Hairton's skull on the steps but we witnessed his salvation and I was presently below with my precious child pressed to my heart. Hindley descended more leisurely sobered and abashed. It's your fault Nellie he says you should have kept him out of sight you should have kept him away from me. Is he injured? Injured? I cried angrily if he's not killed he'll be an idiot. I wonder his mother does not rise from her grave to see how you use him. I said you're worse than a heathen treating your own flesh and blood in that manner. Hindley attempted to touch his son who on finding himself with me sobered off his terror directly. At the first finger his father laid on him however Hairton shrieked louder than before and struggled as if he'd go into convulsions. You shall not meddle with him I says he hates you they all hate you that's the truth. Happy family you have in a pretty state you've come to. Then he said I shall come to a prettier yet Nellie and he laughed as he took out a pint bottle of brandy from the dresser and poured some into a tumbler. Mr. Hindley take warning I said have mercy on this unfortunate boy if you care nothing for yourself. Not I he says on the contrary I shall have great pleasure in sending it to perdition to punish its maker. Here's to hearty damnation. Then he drank the spirits and impatiently bade us go terminating his command with a sequel of horrid words too bad to repeat or remember. It's a pity he can't kill himself with drink said Heathcliff muttering echo of curses back he's doing his very utmost but his constitution defies him. I went into the kitchen then and sat down to lull my little lamb to sleep. Heathcliff as I thought walked through to the barn but it turns out afterwards he only got as far as the other side of the settle when he flung himself on a bench by the wall removed from the fire and remained silent. It wasn't long before in came Miss Cathy who had listened to the hubbub from her room. Are you alone Nellie she asked. Yes miss I replied so she entered and approached the hearth. Supposing she was going to say something I looked up and the expression of her facing disturbed and anxious her lips were half asunder as if she meant to speak and she drew a breath but it escaped in a sigh instead of a sentence. Where's Heathcliff she asked as I was singing to the baby about his work in this table was my answer and Heathcliff did not contradict me perhaps he was just falling into a doze. There followed another long pause during which I perceived a drop or two trickle from Catherine's cheeks down to the flags. Is she sorry for her shameful conduct I asked myself that'll be a novelty but she may come to the point as she will but no she felt small trouble regarding any subject save her own concerns. Oh dear she cried at last I'm very unhappy a pity I said back you're hard to please so many friends and so few cares and can't make yourself content. Will you keep a secret for me she asked kneeling down by me and lifting her winsome eyes to my face that sort of look that turns off bad temper even when one has all the right in the world to indulge it. Is your secret worth keeping I inquired less sulkily. Yes and it worries me and I must let it out said Cathy I want to know what I should do. Today Edgar Linton asked me to marry him and I've given him an answer. Now before I tell you whether it was consent or denial you tell me which it ought to have been. Really Miss Catherine how can I know I replied to be sure considering the exhibition you performed in his presence this afternoon I might say I might say you would be wise to refuse him. If you talk so says she I won't tell you anymore. I accepted him nearly be quick and say whether I was wrong. You accepted him and what good is it discussing the matter you pledged a word and you cannot retract I said but say whether I should have done so she exclaimed in an irritating tone chafing her hands together and frowning. There's many things to be considered before that question can be answered properly I said. First and foremost do you love him? Who can help it of course I do she answered. Then I put her through the following catechism for a girl of 22 it was not injudicious. Why do you love him Miss Cathy? Nonsense I do that's sufficient. By no means you must say why. Well because he's handsome and pleasant to be with. Bad was my commentary and because he's young and cheerful. Bad still I added and because he loves me. Indifferent and he'll be rich and I shall like to be the greatest woman of the neighborhood and I shall be proud of having such a husband. Worst of all and now say how you love him. As everybody loves. You're being silly Nellie. Not at all I persisted. Answer me. I love the ground under his feet and the air over his head and everything he touches and every word he says she said. I love all his looks and all his actions and him entirely and altogether. There now. And why? Nay you're just making a jest of it. It's exceedingly ill-natured. This is no jest to me. She says scowling and turning her face to the fire. I'm very far from jesting Miss Catherine I said. You love Miss Redgar because he's handsome and young and cheerful and rich and he loves you. The last however goes for nothing. You would love him without that probably and with it you wouldn't unless he possessed the four former attractions. No to be sure not she says. I should only pity him and hate him perhaps if he were ugly and a clown. But there are several other handsome rich young men in the world said I. Handsome are probably and richer than he is. What should hinder you from loving them? If there are any she answered they're out of my way and I've seen none like Edgar. You may see some and he won't always be handsome and young and may not always be rich. Well he is now and I have only to do with the present she said. I wish you would speak rationally Nellie. Well that settles it then I said. If you only have to do with the present marry Mr Linton. I don't want your permission for that said Cathy. I shall marry him and yet you've not told me whether I'm right. Perfectly right I said. If people be right to marry only for the present. And now let us hear what you're unhappy about. Your brother will be pleased. The old lady and gentleman will not object I think. You will escape from a disorderly comfortless home into a wealthy respectable one and you love Edgar and Edgar loves you. All seems smooth and easy. Now where's the obstacle? Here and here she replied. In my heart and in my heart. In my soul and in my heart. I'm convinced I'm wrong.

Reviews

Twists and turns of nasty things. And underneath it all, one young girl knows her heart, and chooses not to follow it? Grand story. 🌹

Wow— if heathcliff heard all that… brutal. And what trauma in that house! Well read, as always!❤️🙏🏽