Wuthering Heights Page #2

- What do you want?

- This horse.

- You can't have him. He's mine!

- Mine's lame. I'm riding yours.

Give him to me or I'll tell Father you

boasted you'd turn me out when he died!

That's a lie!

I never said such a thing.

- He didn't!

- You never had a father!

You gypsy beggar!

You can't have mine!

Stop that!

- Heathcliff, look out!

- Don't come near me!

Let him go!

You killed him!

I'm going to tell Father.

He'll punish you for this.

You can't go near him

till he's well.

- You heard Dr. Kenneth!

- Are you hurt badly?

Talk to me.

Why don't you cry?

Heathcliff, don't look like that!

How can I pay him back?

I don't care how long I wait...

if I can only pay him back.

Come. Let's pick harebells

on Penistone Crag.

You can ride Jane.

Please, milord?

- Oh, Heathcliff.

- Whoa, Jane.

- You're so handsome when you smile.

- Don't make fun of me.

Don't you know that you're handsome?

Do you know what I've told Ellen?

- You're a prince in disguise.

- You did?

I said your father was the emperor of

China and your mother an Indian queen.

It's true, Heathcliff.

You were kidnapped by wicked sailors

and brought to England.

But I'm glad. I've always wanted to know

somebody of noble birth.

All the princes I ever read about

had castles.

Of course. They captured them.

You must capture one too.

There's a beautiful castle that lies

waiting for your lance, Sir Prince.

You mean Penistone Crag?

Aw, that's just a rock.

If you can't see that's a castle,

you'll never be a prince.

Here, take your lance and charge!

See that black knight at the drawbridge?

Challenge him!

Charge!

I challenge you to mortal combat,

Black Knight!

Heathcliff! You've killed him!

You've killed the black knight!

He's earned it for all his wicked deeds.

Oh, it's a wonderful castle.

- Heathcliff, let's never leave it.

- Never in our lives!

Let all the world confess,

there is not a more beautiful damsel...

than the Princess Catherine

of Yorkshire.

But I'm still your slave.

No, Cathy.

I now make you my queen.

Whatever happens out there,

here you will always be my queen.

How is he, Doctor?

He is at peace.

Send for the vicar, Joseph.

My dear, wild little Cathy.

You may come up

and pray beside him now.

You're not wanted up there.

My father is past your wheedling.

Go and help the stable boys

harness the horse for the vicar.

Do as you're told.

I'm master here now.

And as the children grew up, Hindley

was indeed master of Wuthering Heights.

It was no longer the happy home

of their childhood.

- Joseph, bring me another bottle.

- That's the third, Mr. Hindley.

The third or the twenty-third,

bring me another.

Wine is a mocker.

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