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âHis father died in debt,â he said; âthe whole property is mortgaged, and the sole chance for the natural heir is to allow him an opportunity of creating some interest in the creditorâs heart, that he may be inclined to deal leniently towards him.â
When I reached the Heights, I explained that I had come to see everything carried on decently; and Joseph, who appeared in sufficient distress, expressed satisfaction at my presence. Mr. Heathcliff said he did not perceive that I was wanted; but I might stay and order the arrangements for the funeral, if I chose.
âCorrectly,â he remarked, âthat foolâs body should be buried at the crossroads, without ceremony of any kind. I happened to leave him ten minutes yesterday afternoon, and in that interval he fastened the two doors of the house against me, and he has spent the night in drinking himself to death deliberately! We broke in this morning, for we heard him sporting like a horse; and there he was, laid over the settle: flaying and scalping would not have wakened him. I sent for Kenneth, and he came; but not till the beast had changed into carrion: he was both dead and cold, and stark; and so youâll allow it was useless making more stir about him!â
The old servant confirmed this statement, but muttered:
âIâd rayther heâd goan hisseln for tâ doctor! I sud haâ taen tent oâ tâ maister better nor himâ âand he warnât deead when I left, naught oâ tâ soart!â
I insisted on the funeral being respectable. Mr. Heathcliff said I might have my own way there too: only, he desired me to remember that the money for the whole affair came out of his pocket. He maintained a hard, careless deportment, indicative of neither joy nor sorrow: if anything, it expressed a flinty gratification at a piece of difficult work successfully executed. I observed once, indeed, something like exultation in his aspect: it was just when the people were bearing the coffin from the house. He had the hypocrisy to represent a mourner: and previous to following with Hareton, he lifted the unfortunate child on to the table and muttered, with peculiar gusto, âNow, my bonny lad, you are mine! And weâll see if one tree wonât grow as crooked as another, with the same wind to twist it!â The unsuspecting thing was pleased at this speech: he played with Heathcliffâs whiskers, and stroked his cheek; but I divined its meaning, and observed tartly, âThat boy must go back with me to Thrushcross Grange, sir. There is nothing in the world less yours than he is!â
âDoes Linton say so?â he demanded.
âOf courseâ âhe has ordered me to take him,â I replied.
âWell,â said the scoundrel, âweâll not argue the subject now: but I have a fancy to try my hand at rearing a young one; so intimate to your master that I must supply the place of this with my own, if he attempt to remove it. I donât engage to let Hareton go undisputed; but Iâll be pretty sure to make the other come! Remember to tell him.â
This hint was enough to bind our hands. I repeated its substance on my return; and Edgar Linton, little interested at the commencement, spoke no more of interfering. Iâm not aware that he could have done it to any purpose, had he been ever so willing.
The guest was now the master of Wuthering Heights: he held firm possession, and proved to the attorneyâ âwho, in his turn, proved it to Mr. Lintonâ âthat Earnshaw had mortgaged every yard of land he owned for cash to supply his mania for gaming; and he, Heathcliff, was the mortgagee. In that manner Hareton, who should now be the first gentleman in the neighbourhood, was reduced to a state of complete dependence on his fatherâs inveterate enemy; and lives in his own house as a servant, deprived of the advantage of wages: quite unable to right himself, because of his friendlessness, and his ignorance that he has been wronged.
XVIIIThe twelve years, continued Mrs. Dean, following that dismal period were the happiest of my life: my greatest troubles in their passage rose from our little ladyâs trifling illnesses, which she had to experience in common with all children, rich and poor. For the rest, after the first six months, she grew like a larch, and could walk and talk too, in her own way, before the heath blossomed a second time over Mrs. Lintonâs dust. She was the most winning thing that ever brought sunshine into a desolate house: a real beauty in face, with the Earnshawsâ handsome dark eyes, but the Lintonsâ fair skin and small features, and yellow curling hair. Her spirit was high, though not rough, and qualified by a heart sensitive and lively to excess in its affections. That capacity for intense attachments reminded me of her mother: still she did not resemble her: for she could be soft and mild as a dove, and she had a gentle voice and pensive expression: her anger was never furious; her love never fierce: it was deep and tender. However, it must be acknowledged, she had faults to foil her gifts. A propensity to be saucy was one; and a perverse will, that indulged children invariably acquire, whether
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