A short narrative which could have occurred in Bronte’s “Wuthering Heights”

Beginning on Page 362: “He roamed to and fro, meantime, in a state approaching distraction; his heavy sighs succeeding each other so thick as to leave no space for common breathing between” *** “What is the matter, Mr Heathcliff?” I inquired. His temperament had been awfully queer for some time, and judging by this continual … Continue reading