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Wuthering Heights

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Autoren: Emily Bronte
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his nerves, as a ghost; and I fancy he sees me often, though I am not near, Hareton says he wakes and shrieks in the night by the hour together; and calls you to protect him from me; and, whether you like your precious mate or not, you must come – he's your concern now; I yield all my interest in him to you.«
    »Why not let Catherine continue here?« I pleaded, »and send Master Linton to her. As you hate them both, you'd not miss them – they
can
only be a daily plague to your unnatural heart.«
    »I'm seeking a tenant for the Grange,« he answered; »and I want my children about me, to be sure – besides that lass owes me her services for her bread; I'm not going to nurture her in luxury and idleness after Linton is gone. Make haste and get ready now. And don't oblige me to compel you.«
    »I shall,« said Catherine. »Linton is all I have to love in the world, and, though you have done what you could to make him hateful to me, and me to him, you
cannot
make us hate each other! and I defy you to hurt him when I am by, and I defy you to frighten me!«
    »You are a boastful champion!« replied Heathcliff; »but I don't like you well enough to hurt him – you shall get the full benefit of the torment, as long as it lasts. It is not I who will make him hateful to you – it is his own sweet spirit. He's as bitter as gall at your desertion, and its consequences – don't expect thanks for this noble devotion. I heard him draw a pleasant picture to Zillah of what he would do, if he were as strong as I – the inclination is there, and his very weakness will sharpen his wits to find a substitute for strength.«
    »I know he has a bad nature,« said Catherine; »he's your son. But I'm glad I've a better, to forgive it; and I know he loves me and for that reason I love him. Mr. Heathcliff,
you
have
nobody
to love you; and, however miserable you make us, we shall still have the revenge of thinking that your cruelty rises from your greater misery! You
are
miserable, are you not? Lonely, like the devil, and envious like him?
Nobody
loves you –
nobody
will cry for you, when you die! I wouldn't be you!«
    Catherine spoke with a kind of dreary triumph: she seemed to have made up her mind to enter into the spirit of her future family, and draw pleasure from the griefs of her enemies.
    »You shall be sorry to be yourself presently,« said her father-in-law, »if you stand there another minute. Begone, witch, and get your things.«
    She scornfully withdrew.
    In her absence, I began to beg for Zillah's place at the Heights, offering to resign her mine; but he would suffer it on no account. He bid me be silent, and then, for the first time, allowed himself a glance round the room, and a look at the pictures. Having studied Mrs. Linton, he said –
    »I shall have that at home. Not because I need it, but –«
    He turned abruptly to the fire, and continued, with what, for lack of a better word, I must call a smile –
    »I'll tell you what I did yesterday! I got the sexton, who was digging Linton's grave, to remove the earth off her coffin lid, and I opened it. I thought, once, I would have stayed there, when I saw her face again – it is hers yet – he had hard work to stir me; but he said it would change, if the air blew on it, and so I struck one side of the coffin loose – and covered it up – not Linton's side, damn him! I wish he'd been soldered in lead – and I bribed the sexton to pull it away, when I'm laid there, and slide mine out too, I'll have it made so, and then, by the time Linton gets to us, he'll not know which is which!«
    »You were very wicked, Mr. Heathcliff!« I exclaimed; »were you not ashamed to disturb the dead?«
    »I disturbed nobody, Nelly,« he replied; »and I gave some ease to myself. I shall be a great deal more comfortable now; and you'll have a better chance of keeping me underground, when I get there. Disturbed her? No! she has disturbed me, night and day, through eighteen years – incessantly – remorselessly – till yesternight – and yesternight, I was tranquil. I dreamt I was sleeping the last sleep, by that sleeper, with my heart stopped, and my cheek frozen against hers.«
    »And if she had been dissolved into earth, or worse, what would you have dreamt of then?« I said.
    »Of dissolving with her, and being more happy still!« he answered. »Do you suppose I dread any change of that sort? I expected such a transformation on raising the lid, but I'm better pleased that it

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