Wuthering Heights 2.
Chapter 1.
Things happened. People did things. But no one knew what these things were. Cathy looked at herself in the mirror with vanity. Why should Miss Blanche of the grange look prettier than her? This was one of the questions that she asked herself every morning as she woke up and dragged herself to her dressing table, she must have looked a right idiot in front of Haerton who always came back from taking the dogs for a walk just in time to watch Cathy put on her makeup. The door gave a groan as it was brutally opened. Haerton was home.
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The gossip started again, everywhere, but especially in the café, very few folk knew what it was that the villagers talked of but Cathy had an inkling that it was to do with her. I mean why shouldn't she, because of course she was the lady of Wuthering Heights, She was the most important woman of the Village.
Cathy finished composing herself and slipped on her stilettos (a new fangled thing that only she was getting to grips with) and carefully bought herself down the half eaten stairs. She always did things, things that she didn't know what she was doing but she knew that she had to go out and deliver some corn to her chickens. As she went outside she asked herself this question, why should she have to feed the chickens, I mean Nelly Dean is away but couldn't Haerton do it?
After she had fed the chickens she got up and glided past the flowerbed and scooped up a bunch of Carnations, which were a lovely deep red colour and then once inside she flung them in a vase and sat down to eat some breakfast.
A nasty storm was stirring out side Wuthering Heights, Cathy knew that if she got caught in the fold she would die and go to hell. She was certain of this, She would die a horrible death and then the chariots of fie would come and pick her up and savagely eat her and then- The thought of this made Cathy shudder, it was not only this, there was a nasty draft coming in through the window. She got up to close it when the door flung open and gushes of rain flew in like a wurlwind of excitement, like the moors unleashing there deadly powers. Once she had got up to slam the door shut all the candles blew out. Something wasn't right. But she didn't know that. For all she knew she was going mad. She knew about spirits from the past coming to get her, except she didn't like this.
Chapter 1.
Things happened. People did things. But no one knew what these things were. Cathy looked at herself in the mirror with vanity. Why should Miss Blanche of the grange look prettier than her? This was one of the questions that she asked herself every morning as she woke up and dragged herself to her dressing table, she must have looked a right idiot in front of Haerton who always came back from taking the dogs for a walk just in time to watch Cathy put on her makeup. The door gave a groan as it was brutally opened. Haerton was home.
*
The gossip started again, everywhere, but especially in the café, very few folk knew what it was that the villagers talked of but Cathy had an inkling that it was to do with her. I mean why shouldn't she, because of course she was the lady of Wuthering Heights, She was the most important woman of the Village.
Cathy finished composing herself and slipped on her stilettos (a new fangled thing that only she was getting to grips with) and carefully bought herself down the half eaten stairs. She always did things, things that she didn't know what she was doing but she knew that she had to go out and deliver some corn to her chickens. As she went outside she asked herself this question, why should she have to feed the chickens, I mean Nelly Dean is away but couldn't Haerton do it?
After she had fed the chickens she got up and glided past the flowerbed and scooped up a bunch of Carnations, which were a lovely deep red colour and then once inside she flung them in a vase and sat down to eat some breakfast.
A nasty storm was stirring out side Wuthering Heights, Cathy knew that if she got caught in the fold she would die and go to hell. She was certain of this, She would die a horrible death and then the chariots of fie would come and pick her up and savagely eat her and then- The thought of this made Cathy shudder, it was not only this, there was a nasty draft coming in through the window. She got up to close it when the door flung open and gushes of rain flew in like a wurlwind of excitement, like the moors unleashing there deadly powers. Once she had got up to slam the door shut all the candles blew out. Something wasn't right. But she didn't know that. For all she knew she was going mad. She knew about spirits from the past coming to get her, except she didn't like this.