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Table of Contents
From the Pages of Wuthering Heights
Title Page
Copyright Page
Emily Brontë
The World of Emily Brontë and Wuthering Heights
Introduction
A Note on the Text and Dialect
Genealogy
Biographical Notice of Ellis and Acton Bell
EDITOR’S PREFACE to the new [1850] edition of ‘WUTHERING HEIGHTS’
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Chapter VI
Chapter VII
Chapter VIII
Chapter IX
Chapter X
Chapter XI
Chapter XII
Chapter XIII
Chapter XIV
Chapter XV
Chapter XVI
Chapter XVII
Chapter XVIII
Chapter XIX
Chapter XX
Chapter XXI
Chapter XXII
Chapter XXIII
Chapter XXIV
Chapter XXV
Chapter XXVI
Chapter XXVII
Chapter XXVIII
Chapter XXIX
Chapter XXX
Chapter XXXI
Chapter XXXII
Chapter XXXIII
Chapter XXXIV
Endnotes
Inspired by Wuthering Heights
Comments & Questions
For Further Reading
From the Pages of
Wuthering Heights
A perfect misanthropist’s heaven: and Mr. Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us. (page 3)
He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to be loved or hated again. (page 6)
‘I’m now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.’ (page 28)
‘Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.’ (page 56)
‘I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they’ve gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.’ (page 79)
‘Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.’ (page 80)
‘He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.’ (page 80)
‘If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn’t love as much in eighty years as I could in a day. And Catherine has a heart as deep as I have: the sea could be as readily contained in that horse-trough as her whole affection be monopolised by him.’ (page 148)
‘I have no pity! I have no pity! The more the worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething; and I grind with greater energy in proportion to the increase of pain.’ (page 151)
I don’t know if it be a peculiarity in me, but I am seldom otherwise than happy while watching in the chamber of death, should no frenzied or despairing mourner share the d ............

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