THE ORYTSIC S
CLAS UGHT TO
BRO IN FULL
LIFE OUR!
COLTHE GRAPHIC NOVELEmily Brontë

You must read
it imMediately,
because it wants
an answer.

I had made up my mind not to give Mrs. Linton the letTer tilL
my master went somewhere. The fourth day was Sunday, andI brought it to her after the family were gone to church.
There'sa letTerfor you, Mrs.
Linton.

She drew her
hand away.

He's in the garden by
this time, and impatient
to know what answer
I shalL bring.

MustI read it,
ma'am?

it is fromMr. HeathclifF.
WelL, he wishes
to seE you.

A step traversed thehalL; the open house
was toO temptingfor HeathclifF toresist walking in.

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Oh,Cathy!

oh, mylife!

You and Edgar havebroken my heart,
HeathclifF!

How can I
bear it?

And youboth come to bewail
the deEd to me, as if
you were the people
to be pitied!
I shalL notpity you, not I.
You have kilLed me– and thriven onit, I think.

Whatnow?

How strong you are!
How many years do you
mean to live afterI am gone?

I wish I could
hold you, tilLwe were bothdead!

Don’ttorture me tilL
I’m as mad as
yourself.

I shouldn’t
care what you
sufFered. I carenothing for yoursufFerings. Why
shouldn’t you
sufFer?
I do!

Are you
posSesSed witha devil, to talkin that manNer
to me when you
are dying?

Do youreflect thatalL those words
wilL be branded in mymemory, and eating
deEper eternalLy
after you haveleft me?
You know
you lie to say I have
kilLed you: and, Catherine,
you know that I could as
soOn forget you as
my existence!
is it notsufficient for yourinfernal selfishnesS,
that while you are atpeace I shalL writhein the tormentsof helL?

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I shalL
not be at peace.
I’m not wishing you
greater torment
than I have,
HeathclifF.
I only wish
us never to beparted: and should aword of mine distresS
you hereafter, think I
feEl the same distresS
underground, andfor my own sake,forgive me!
You neverharmed me inyour life. Won't
you come here
again? Do!
HeathclifF went to the backof her chair, and leant over,but not so far as to let
her seE his face, which
was fulL of emotion.

She bent roundto loOk at him;
he would not
permit it.

I’m tiredof being enclosed
here. I’m wearying
to escape into thatglorious world,
and to be always
there.
Oh, you seE,
NelLy, he would
not relent a
moment to keEp
me out of thegrave.
That is how
I’m loved! WelL,never mind. That
is not my HeathclifF.
I shalL love mineyet; and take himwith me: he's in
my soul.
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NelLy, you
think you are
betTer and more
fortunate than I; infulL health and strength:
you are sorRy for me –very soOn that wilL
be altered. I shalLbe sorRy foryou.
I shalL be
incomparably
beyond and above
you alL.

His eyes wide, andwet at last, flashedfiercely on her.

in her eagernesS
she rose.

An instant they held asunder,and then how they met I hardly
saw, but Catherine made aspring, and he caught her.

They were locked in an embrace fromwhich I thought my mistresS would
never be released alive. in fact, to myeyes, she seEmed directly insensible.

Why did
you despise me?
Why did you betray
your own heart?
You deserve this.
You have kilLedyourself.

Let mealone. Let mealone. {sob}
if I’ve done wrong,
I’m dying for it.
{sob}
it is enough!

I forgiveyou. I love mymurderer – butyours! How
can I?

Forgiveme!

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I grew very uncomfortable; forthe afternoOn wore fast away.

You must
not go! You
shalL not, I
telL you.

Service is over.
Master wilL behere in half
I mustan hour.
go, Cathy.
But, if
I live, I’lL seE
you again before
you are asleEp.
I won't strayfive yards fromyour window.

I must –Linton wilL be up
imMediately.

No! Oh,don't, don't go.
it is the last time!
Edgar wilL not hurt
us. HeathclifF, I shalL
die! I shalL
die!
Damn thefoOl! There
he is.

Are yougoing to listen
to her ravings?
She does notknow what shesays.

WilL
you ruin her,because she has not
wit to help herself?
We are alL done for –master, mistresS,
and servant.

Mr. Linton hastened his stepat the noise. He was blanchedwith astonishment and rage.

UnlesS you
be a fiend, help
her first – thenyou shalL speak
to me!

With great difFiculty wemanaged to restore
her to sensation.

I shalL
not refuse
to go out ofdoOrs.

but I shalL
stay in thegarden.

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HeathclifF delivered
the house of his
lucklesS presence.

About twelve o'clock,that night, was born
the Catherine you saw
at Wuthering Heights:
a puny, seven-months'
child…
…and two hours after themother died, having neverrecovered sufFicientconsciousnesS to misS
HeathclifF, or know Edgar.

An unwelcomed infant it was, poOr thing! it might
have wailed out of life, and nobody cared a morsel,
during those first hours of existence. We redeEmed
the neglect afterwards; but its beginNing was asfriendlesS as its end is likely to be.

I instinctively echoed thewords she had utTereda few hours before:
Incomparably
beyond and above us
all! Whether still on earth
or now in heaven, herspirit is at homewith God!

{sob}

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