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Wuthering Heights

Chapter XII

WHILE Miss Linton moped about the park and
garden, always silent, and almost always in tears; and her
brother shut himself up among books that he never
opened - wearying, I guessed, with a continual vague
expectation that Catherine, repenting her conduct, would
come of her own accord to ask pardon, and seek a
reconciliation - and SHE fasted pertinaciously, under the
idea, probably, that at every meal Edgar was ready to
choke for her absence, and pride alone held him from
running to cast himself at her feet; I went about my
household duties, convinced that the Grange had but one
sensible soul in its walls, and that lodged in my body. I
wasted no condolences on Miss, nor any expostulations on
my mistress; nor did I pay much attention to the sighs of
my master, who yearned to hear his lady’s name, since he
might not hear her voice. I determined they should come
about as they pleased for me; and though it was a
tiresomely slow process, I began to rejoice at length in a
faint dawn of its progress: as I thought at first.
Mrs. Linton, on the third day, unbarred her door, and
having finished the water in her pitcher and decanter,

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