Have you been for a soldier ?' 'Go and carry my message,' he interrupted, impatiently.

'I'm in hell till you do!' He lifted the latch, and I entered; but when I got to the parlour where Mr.and Mrs.Linton were, I could not persuade myself to proceed.

At length I resolved on making an excuse to ask if they would have the candles lighted, and I opened the door.
They sat together in a window whose lattice lay back against the wall, and displayed, beyond the garden trees, and the wild green park, the valley of Gimmerton, with a long line of mist winding nearly to its top (for very soon after you pass the chapel, as you may have noticed, the sough that runs from the marshes joins a beck which follows the bend of the glen).

Wuthering Heights rose above this silvery vapour; but our old house was invisible; it rather dips down on the other side.

Both the room and its occupants, and the scene they gazed on, looked wondrously peaceful.