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99 “Yes; and how sweetly his father curses in his solitude! You remember him, I daresay, when he was just such another as that chubby thing,--nearly as young and innocent. However, Nelly, I shall oblige you to listen; it’s not long, and I’ve no power to be merry tonight.” “I won’t hear it, I won’t hear it!” I repeated hastily. I was superstitious about dreams then, and am still; and Catherine had an unusual gloom in her aspect that made me dread something from which I might shape a prophecy, and foresee a fearful catastrophe. She was vexed, but she did not proceed. Apparently taking up another subject, she recommenced in a short time. “If I were in heaven, Nelly, I should be extremely miserable.” “Because you are not fit to go there,” I answered. “All sinners would be miserable in heaven.” “But it is not for that. I dreamt once that I was there.” “I tell you I won’t harken to your dreams, Miss Catherine! I’ll go to bed,” I interrupted again. She laughed, and held me down; for I made a motion to leave my chair. “This is nothing,” cried she: “I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home, and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy. That will do to explain my secret, as well as the other. I’ve no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven; and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low, I shouldn’t have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he |
