Oh, how she did like that queer, common boy! She hoped he would come back the very next day and she fell asleep looking forward to the morning.
But you never know what the weather will do in Yorkshire, particularly in the springtime.

She was awakened in the night by the sound of rain beating with heavy drops against her window.

It was pouring down in torrents and the wind was "wuthering" round the corners and in the chimneys of the huge old house.

Mary sat up in bed and felt miserable and angry.
"The rain is as contrary as I ever was," she said.

"It came because it knew I did not want it." She threw herself back on her pillow and buried her face.