'Promise not to be angry, and you shall know the very truth: I hate to hide it.' We sat down in the window-seat; I assured her I would not scold, whatever her secret might be, and I guessed it, of course; so she commenced-- 'I've been to Wuthering Heights, Ellen, and I've never missed going a day since you fell ill; except thrice before, and twice after you left your room.

I gave Michael books and pictures to prepare Minny every evening, and to put her back in the stable: you mustn't scold him either, mind.

I was at the Heights by half-past six, and generally stayed till half-past eight, and then galloped home.

It was not to amuse myself that I went: I was often wretched all the time.

Now and then I was happy: once in a week perhaps.