I'm Tired With My Journey and I Want to Go to Bed

"I had sought shelter at wuthering heights almost gladly, because I was secured by that arrangement from living alone with him. And there might as well be the Atlantic to part us instead of those four miles, I could not overpass them," she said. "He knew the people we were coming amongst, and he did not fear their intermedalling." The clock struck eight and nine; still my companion paced to two and fro,. his head bent on his breast, and perfectly silent unless a groan or a bitter ejaculation forced itself out at intervals. She listened to detect a woman's voice in the house, and filled the interim with wild regrets and dismal anticipations which at