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Wuthering Heights

Chapter 7
CATHY stayed at Thrushcross Grange five weeks: till Christmas. By that time her ankle
was thoroughly cured, and her manners much improved. The mistress visited her often in
the interval, and commenced her plan of reform by trying to raise her self-respect with
fine clothes and flattery, which she took readily; so that, instead of a wild, hatless little
savage jumping into the house, and rushing to squeeze us all breathless, there 'lighted
from a handsome black pony a very dignified person, with brown ringlets falling from the
cover of a feathered beaver, and a long cloth habit, which she was obliged to hold up with
both hands that she might sail in. Hindley lifted her from her horse, exclaiming
delightedly,
"Why, Cathy, you are quite a beauty! I should scarcely have known you: you look like a
lady now. Isabella Linton is not to be compared with her, is she, Frances?"
"Isabella has not her natural advantages," replied his wife: "but she must mind and not
grow wild again here. Ellen, help Miss Catherine off with her things---stay, dear, you will
disarrange your curls---let me untie your hat."
I removed the habit, and there shone forth beneath, a grand plaid silk frock, white
trousers, and burnished shoes; and, while her eyes sparkled joyfully when the dogs came
bounding up to welcome her, she dare hardly touch them lest they should fawn upon her
splendid garments.
She kissed me gently: I was all flour making the Christmas cake, and it would not have
done to give me a hug; and, then, she looked round for Heathcliff. Mr. and Mrs.
Earnshaw watched anxiously their meeting; thinking it would enable them to judge, in
some measure, what grounds they had for hoping to succeed in separating the two
friends.
Heathcliff was hard to discover, at first. If he were careless, and uncared for, before
Catherine's absence, he had been ten times more so, since. Nobody but I even did him the
kindness to call him a dirty boy, and bid him wash himself, once a week; and children of
his age seldom have a natural pleasure in soap and water. Therefore, not to mention his
clothes, which had seen three months' service in mire and dust, and his thick uncombed
hair, the surface of his face and hands was dismally beclouded. He might well skulk
behind the settle, on beholding such a bright, graceful damsel enter the house, instead of a
rough-headed counterpart of himself, as he expected.
"Is Heathcliff not here?" she demanded, pulling off her gloves, and displaying fingers
wonderfully whitened with doing nothing and staying indoors.
 
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