Wuthering Heights

CHAPTER I — 1801—I have just returned from a visit to my landlord—the solitary

CHAPTER II — Yesterday afternoon set in misty and cold. I had half a mind to spend

CHAPTER III — While leading the way upstairs, she recommended that I should hide the

CHAPTER IV — What vain weather-cocks we are! I, who had determined to hold myself

CHAPTER V — In the course of time Mr. Earnshaw began to fail. He had been active

CHAPTER VI — Mr. Hindley came home to the funeral; and—a thing that amazed us, and

CHAPTER VII — Cathy stayed at Thrushcross Grange five weeks: till Christmas. By that

CHAPTER VIII — On the morning of a fine June day my first bonny little nursling, and

CHAPTER IX — He entered, vociferating oaths dreadful to hear; and caught me in the

CHAPTER X — A charming introduction to a hermit’s life! Four weeks’ torture,

CHAPTER XI — Sometimes, while meditating on these things in solitude, I’ve got up in

CHAPTER XII — While Miss Linton moped about the park and garden, always silent, and

CHAPTER XIII — For two months the fugitives remained absent; in those two months, Mrs.

CHAPTER XIV — As soon as I had perused this epistle I went to the master, and

CHAPTER XV — Another week over—and I am so many days nearer health, and spring! I

CHAPTER XVI — About twelve o’clock that night was born the Catherine you saw at

CHAPTER XVII — That Friday made the last of our fine days for a month. In the evening

CHAPTER XVIII — The twelve years, continued Mrs. Dean, following that dismal period

CHAPTER XIX — A letter, edged with black, announced the day of my master’s return.

CHAPTER XX — To obviate the danger of this threat being fulfilled, Mr. Linton

CHAPTER XXI — We had sad work with little Cathy that day: she rose in high glee,

CHAPTER XXII — Summer drew to an end, and early autumn: it was past Michaelmas, but

CHAPTER XXIII — The rainy night had ushered in a misty morning—half frost, half

CHAPTER XXIV — At the close of three weeks I was able to quit my chamber and move

CHAPTER XXV — “These things happened last winter, sir,” said Mrs. Dean; “hardly more

CHAPTER XXVI — Summer was already past its prime, when Edgar reluctantly yielded his

CHAPTER XXVII — Seven days glided away, every one marking its course by the henceforth

CHAPTER XXVIII — On the fifth morning, or rather afternoon, a different step

CHAPTER XXIX — The evening after the funeral, my young lady and I were seated in the

CHAPTER XXX — I have paid a visit to the Heights, but I have not seen her since she

CHAPTER XXXI — Yesterday was bright, calm, and frosty. I went to the Heights as I

CHAPTER XXXII — 1802.—This September I was invited to devastate the moors of a friend

CHAPTER XXXIII — On the morrow of that Monday, Earnshaw being still unable to follow his

CHAPTER XXXIV — For some days after that evening, Mr. Heathcliff shunned meeting us at