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358 said she was ill; at which I hardly wondered. I informed Mr. Heathcliff, and he replied: “‘Well, let her be till after the funeral; and go up now and then to get her what is needful; and, as soon as she seems better, tell me.’ Cathy stayed upstairs a fortnight, according to Zillah, who visited her twice a day, and would have been rather more friendly, but her attempts at increasing kindness were proudly and promptly repelled. Heathcliff went up at once, to show her Linton’s will. He had bequeathed the whole of his and what had been her movable property to his father: the poor creature was threatened, or coaxed, into that act during her week’s absence, when his uncle died. The lands, being a minor, he could not meddle with. However, Mr. Heathcliff has claimed and kept them in his wife’s right, and his also--I suppose legally--at any rate, Catherine, destitute of cash and friends, cannot disturb his possession. “Nobody,” said Zillah, “ever approached her door, except that once, but I . . . and nobody asked anything about her. The first occasion of her coming down into the house was on a Sunday afternoon. “She had cried out, when I carried up her dinner, that she couldn’t bear any longer being in the cold; and I told her the master was going to Thrushcross Grange, and Earnshaw and I needn’t hinder her from descending; so, as soon as she heard Heathcliff’s horse trot off, she made her appearance, donned in black, and her yellow curls combed back behind her ears, as plain as a Quaker: she couldn’t comb them out. “Joseph and I generally go to chapel on Sundays,” (the Kirk, |
