ELLEN |
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It began forty years ago when I was young, in the service of Mr. Earnshaw,Cathy's
father. Wuthering Heights was a lovely place in those days,full of summertime
and youth and happy voices. One day,Mr. Earnshaw was returning from a visit
to Liverpool... |
HINDLEY |
You'll not catch me! |
CATHY |
Oh yes,l will! |
ELLEN |
Cathy,Cathy,dear! Go upstairs and get washed. l don't want your father
to see you in that dress. You too, Hindley. Come along now. Oh,hurry up
now. |
CATHY |
I don't want to get washed and I don't want to get dressed. |
ELLEN |
Come along now. I'll tell your father not to give you that present he's
bringing. |
CATHY |
What's he bringing?
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ELLEN |
Oh,go along now, upstairs. It looks as if his horse is just coming up over
the hill. |
JOSEPH |
Evening,Mr.Earnshaw
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EARNSHAW |
Hello,Joseph. |
KENNETH |
Hello,neighbour Earnshaw.
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EARNSHAW |
How are you, Dr. Kenneth?
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KENNETH |
Back from Liverpool so soon? What in the world
have you got there?
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EARNSHAW |
A gift of God, although it's as dark as if it came from the devil! Quiet,my
bonny lad, we're home. |
KENNETH |
He is a dour-looking individual. |