Emily Brontë
Wuthering Heights
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Wuthering Heights
Emily Brontë
English · 1847 · Fiction
Emily Brontë's only novel traces the passionate, destructive bond between Heathcliff and Catherine Earnshaw across two generations on the Yorkshire moors.
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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… Chapter IV What vain weathercocks 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… 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… 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… 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… 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… 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… 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… Chapter XXXIV For some days after that evening Mr. Heathcliff shunned meeting us at… Get a printed copy via Print-on-Demand
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