CHAPTER V

oubtthymotherandImustruethatweeverrearedthee!”Thatmadehercry,atfirstandthenbeingrepulsedcontinuallyhardenedher,andshelaughedifItoldhertosayshewassorryforherfaults,andbegtobeforgiven. Butthehourcame,atlast,thatendedMr.Earnshaw’stroublesonearth.HediedquietlyinhischaironeOctoberevening,seatedbythefire-side.Ahighwindblusteredroundthehouse,androaredinthechimney:itsoundedwildandstormy,yetitwasnotcold,andwewerealltogether—I,alittleremovedfromthehearth,busyatmyknitting,andJosephreadinghisBiblenearthetable(fortheservantsgenerallysatinthehousethen,aftertheirworkwasdone).MissCathyhadbeensick,andthatmadeherstillsheleantagainstherfather’sknee,andHeathcliffwaslyingonthefloorwithhisheadinherlap.Irememberthemaster,beforehefellintoadoze,strokingherbonnyhair—itpleasedhimrarelytoseehergentle—andsaying,“Whycanstthounotalwaysbeagoodlass,Cathy?”Andsheturnedherfaceuptohis,andlaughed,andanswered,“Whycannotyoualwaysbeagoodman,father?”Butassoonasshesawhimvexedagain,shekissedhishand,andsaidshewouldsinghimtosleep.Shebegansingingverylow,tillhisfingersdroppedfromhers,andhisheadsankonhisbreast.ThenItoldhertohush,andnotstir,forfearsheshouldwakehim.Weallkeptasmuteasmiceafullhalf-hour,andshouldhavedonesolonger,onlyJoseph,havingfinishedhischapter,gotupandsaidthathemustr