Heathcliff's role in "Wuthering Heights" by Emily Bronte.

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Access – English Literature        Character study        Cathy Hogg 12 March 2003

                Heathcliff – Wuthering Heights Emily Bronte

“He neither spoke nor loosed his hold for some five minutes

“Are you possessed with a devil,” he pursued savagely, “to talk in that manner to me when you are dying? Do you reflect that all those words will be branded in my memory, and eating deeper eternally after you have left me? You know you lie to say I have killed you: and Catherine, you know that I could as soon as forget you as my existence! Is it not sufficient for your infernal selfishness, that while you are at peace I shall writhe in the torments of hell?” …….!”

Heathcliff went to the back of her chair, and leant over, but not so far as to let her see his face which was livid with emotion. She bent round to look at him; he would not permit it: turning abruptly, he walked to the fire-place where he stood silent, with his back towards us. Mrs. Linton’s glance followed him suspiciously: every movement woke a new sentiment in her.  After a pause and a prolonged gaze she resumed; addressing me in accents of indignant disappointment-

“Oh, you see Nelly, he would not relent a moment to keep me out of the grave. That is how I’m loved!  Well never mind. That is not my Heathcliff.  I shall love mine yet; and take him with me : he’s in my soul.  And, “ added she, musingly, “ the thing that irks me most is this shattered prison, after all. I’m tired of being enclosed here. I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it and in it.  Nelly, you think you are better and more fortunate than I; in full health and strength: you are sorry for me – very soon that will be altered.  I shall be sorry for you. I shall be incomparably beyond  and above you all.  I wonder he won’t be near me!” She went on to herself. “ I thought he wished it.  Heathcliff, dear! You should not be sullen now.  Do come to me Heathcliff.”

In her eagerness she rose and supported herself on the arm of the chair.  At that earnest appeal he turned to her, looking absolutely desperate.  His eyes wide and wet at last, flashed fiercely on her; his breast heaved convulsively.  An instant they held asunder, and then how they met I hardly saw, but Catherine made a spring, and he caught her, and they were locked in an embrace from which I thought my mistress would never be released alive: in fact, to my eyes, she seemed directly insensible.

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He flung himself into the nearest seat, and on my approaching hurriedly to ascertain if she had fainted, he gnashed at me, and foamed like a mad dog, and gathered her to him with greedy jealousy.  I did not feel as if I were in the company of a creature of my own species: it appeared that he would not understand, though I spoke to him; so I stood off, and held my tongue, in great perplexity.

A movement of Catherine’s relieved me a little presently: she put up her hand to clasp his neck, and bring her cheek ...

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