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hwp First I found the place.
I wondered who had lived there.
What their lives were like.
Something whispered
to my mind,
and I began to write.
My pen creates stories
of a world
that might have been--
a world of my imagining.
And here is one
Im going to tell.
But take care...
not to smiIe at any part of it.
It begins with a stranger.
-Mr. Heathcliff?
-Mr. Heathcliff?
-Youll have to wait.
-Youll have to wait.
Who are you?
Lockwood.
Your new tenant
up at the Grange.
Im surprised youd choose
a storm to go wandering
about in, Mr. Lockwood.
Well, I, um...
I Iost my way out on the moor.
Is the Grange far?
Perhaps I couId get a guide
from amongst your Iads.
You couId not.
Ill go with him as far
as the park.
Youll go with him to hell.
Mr. Heathcliff, if Im not
to have a guide
to take me up to the Grange,
I shall have to sIeep
here tonight.
I dont keep accommodation
for strangers.
Or Ill sIeep in the chair.
Theres a room they dont use.
Dont Ieave it by the window.
Why not?
Catherine Heathcliff.
Catherine Linton.
Catherine Earnshaw.
Let me in.
Let me in.
Who the deviI
put you in there?
The deviI is right.
Shes...
Her face.
She Iooked like...
You shouId not have
gone in there.
Lockwood has stumbIed into
the end of a strange story...
a story that began
years before
when an oId man returned
to Wuthering Heights...
weary after a Iong journey.
Hes coming!
Joseph.
All right, dont rush me.
Father!
Ah, home again, Cathy.
What have you
brought me, Father?
Cathy, give Father
a chance to draw breath.
Just wait and see.
Wait and see.
Oh, my Lord.
I found him...
starving in the streets
of LiverpooI.
Hes a fiIthy gypsy, Father.
Hes a gift from God.
Youre to treat him
as your new brother.
But wheres my present?
Hasnt he got any famiIy
of his own?
Hes part of our
famiIy now.
Thats your brother-- HindIey,
and this...
is your new sister--
Cathy.
Offer your hand as I showed you.
Earnshaw named him Heathcliff.
Cathy was drawn to the siIent,
seIf-possessed boy.
But it was hardness,
not gentIeness
that kept him siIent.
Nothing here beIongs to you--
not now, not ever.
From the very first,
Heathcliff was more Cathys
brother than HindIey.
Like all wiId things,
she shared with him a Iove
of the open moor.
The rock and the Iowering skies.
Oh, mercifuI God,
Father of our Lord
Jesus Christ...
Though Heathcliff became
Mr. Earnshaws favorite chiId,
his protection was limited
by the Iength
of the oId mans life.
...shall not die eternally.
You have aIso taught us
by His hoIy apostIe St. PauI...
Grant this, we beseech Thee,
O mercifuI Father,
through Jesus Christ,
Amen.
Your quarters are in
the stabIes from now on.
Heathcliff!
Morning, Cathy.
Morning.
Then Rab-shakeh stood
and cried with a Ioud voice
in the Jews Ianguage, Hear ye
the words of the great king.
Hearken not to Hezekiah,
for thus bade
the king of Assyria
make an agreement with me
by a present.
And come out to me and eat
thee every one of his vine
and every one of his fig tree
and drink ye everyone
the waters of his own
cistern...
untiI I come and take you away
to a Iand like your own Iand,
a Iand of corn and wine,
HindIey, dont...
a Iand of bread and vineyards.
Stop it...
Beware, Iest Hezekiah
persuade you.
What, done aIready?
When Father was alive,
