He let go, thundering one of his horrid curses, and I galloped home more than half out of my senses.
'I didn't bid you good-night that evening, and I didn't go to Wuthering Heights the next: I wished to go exceedingly; but I was strangely excited, and dreaded to hear that Linton was dead, sometimes; and sometimes shuddered at the thought of encountering Hareton.

On the third day I took courage: at least, I couldn't bear longer suspense, and stole off once more.

I went at five o'clock, and walked; fancying I might manage to creep into the house, and up to Linton's room, unobserved.
However, the dogs gave notice of my approach.

Zillah received me, and saying "the lad was mending nicely," showed me into a small, tidy, carpeted apartment, where, to my inexpressible joy, I beheld Linton laid on a little sofa, reading one of my books.

But he would neither speak to me nor look at me, through a whole hour, Ellen: he has such an unhappy temper.