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233 north-east side!” “Oh, you have been on them!” she cried gleefully. “Then I can go, too, when I am a woman. Has Papa been, Ellen?” “Papa would tell you, Miss,” I answered hastily, “that they are not worth the trouble of visiting. The moors, where you ramble with him, are much nicer; and Thrushcross Park is the finest place in the world.” “But I know the park, and I don’t know those,” she murmured to herself. “And I should delight to look round me from the brow of that tallest point--my little pony Minny shall take me some time.” One of the maids mentioning the Fairy Cave, quite turned her head with a desire to fulfil this project; she teased Mr. Linton about it; and he promised she should have the journey when she got older. But Miss Catherine measured her age by months, and-- “Now, am I old enough to go to Penistone Crags?” was the constant question in her mouth. The road thither wound close by Wuthering Heights. Edgar had not the heart to pass it; so she received as constantly the answer, “Not yet, love; not yet.” I said Mrs. Heathcliff lived above a dozen years after quitting her husband. Her family were of a delicate constitution: she and Edgar both lacked the ruddy health that you will generally meet in these parts. What her last illness was, I am not certain: I conjecture, they died of the same thing, a kind of fever, slow at its commencement, but incurable, and rapidly consuming life towards the close. She wrote to inform her brother of the probable conclusion of a four months’ indisposition under which she had suffered, and entreated him to come to her, if possible; for she had much to |
