Wuthering Heights Page #3

Strong drink is raging, Master Hindley.

Stop spouting scripture and do

as you're told, you croaking old parrot.

Yes, Master Hindley.

Sit down, Cathy,

till you're excused from the table.

Joseph, fill Miss Cathy's glass.

Oh, my little sister disapproves

of drinking.

Well, I know some people who don't.

Heathcliff, saddle my horse.

Be quick about it, you gypsy beggar.

I told you to be quick.

Look at this stable. It's a pigsty.

Is this the way you do your work?

Clean it up. I want this floor

cleaned and scrubbed tonight.

Don't stand there showing your teeth.

Give me a hand up.

I want your work done

when I come back at dawn, do you hear?

Oh, you're hoping I won't come back.

You're hoping I'll fall

and break my neck, aren't you?

Aren't you?

Well, come on, Heathcliff.

Heathcliff, where are you going?

Come back!

- Did Joseph see which way you came?

- What does it matter?

Nothing's real down there.

Our life is here.

Yes, milord.

The clouds are lowering

over Gimmerton Head.

See how the light is changing?

It would be dreadful

if Hindley ever found out.

Found out what?

That you talk to me

once in a while?

I shouldn't talk to you at all.

Look at you!

You get worse every day.

Dirty and unkempt and in rags.

Why aren't you a man?

Heathcliff,

why don't you run away?

Run away? From you?

You could come back rich

and take me away.

Why aren't you my prince

like we said long ago?

- Why can't you rescue me?

- Come with me now.

- Where?

- Anywhere!

And live in haystacks and steal our food

from the marketplaces?

No. That's not what I want.

You just want to send me off.

That won't do.

I've stayed here

and been beaten like a dog.

Abused and cursed and driven mad,

but I stayed just to be near you.

Even as a dog! I'll stay till the end.

I'll live and I'll die under this rock.

Do you hear?

Music.

The Lintons are giving a party.

That's what I want.

Dancing and singing in a pretty world.

And I'm going to have it.

Come on. Let's go and see.

Come on!

Isn't it wonderful?

Isn't she beautiful?

That's the kind of dress I'll wear.

You'll have a red velvet coat

with silver buckles on your shoes.

Oh, will we ever?

Quick.

- Hold him, Skulker, Flash!

- Call off your dogs, you fools!

Stay where you are.

There's nothing to be alarmed about.

- Who is it?

- I don't know.

Please, back into the ballroom.

- Let me go!

- Hold that man.

Hold onto him!

- Who is it Edgar?

- Catherine Earnshaw, Father.

- Who's this with her?

- Their stable boy.

She's bleeding. Bring hot water,

Isabella, and bandages.

- Yes. How badly is she hurt?

- Can't tell.

Send Robert to get Dr. Kenneth

in the shay. Hurry.

- You'll pay for this!

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