"And I dying!" exclaimed "Am I ill?" asked Caroline of Catherine to Mrs. Dean. "I on Mrs. Pryor, and looked at the brink of the grave! My God! herself in the glass; ... she does he know how I'm altered?" felt ... her brain in strange continued she, staring at her activity.... Now followed a hot, reflection in a mirror.... How parched, restless night ... one dreary to meet death surrounded terrible dream seized her like a by their cold faces.... Edgar [? tiger ... a fever of mental Mr. Brontë] standing solemnly by excitement, and a languor of to see it over; then offering long conflict and habitual prayers of thanks to God for sadness had fanned the flame ... restoring peace to his house, and left a well-lit fire behind and going back to his _books_. it.... Tossing about, she increased her feverish bewilderment of "Oh!" exclaimed Caroline, "God madness, ... then, raising grant me a little comfort before herself, desired that ... [Mrs. I die!... But he [Moor(e)] will Dean] would open the window. come when I am senseless, cold, and stiff. What can my departed And farther on, in delirium, as soul feel then? Can it see or though her lover were present:-- know what happens to the clay? Can spirits through any medium "Heath(cliffe) ... they may bury communicate with living flesh? me twelve feet deep, and throw Can the dead at all re-visit the church down over me, and I those they leave? Can they come won't rest till you are with in the elements? Will wind, me!" ["Heath(cliffe), I only water, fire, lend me a path to wish us never to be parted, and Moor(e)? Is it for nothing the should a word of mine distress wind ... passes the casement you hereafter, think I feel the sobbing?... Does nothing haunt same distress underground," says it?" Catherine, in a further chapter] "I never will." She paused and When Catherine dies Heathcliffe resumed ... [Heath(cliffe's)] says:--"Catherine ... you said I considering--"He'd rather I'd killed you--haunt me then!" And come to him! Find a way haunt him she does. In the words then![84] not through that of Caroline Helstone of kirkyard. You are slow! Be _Shirley_ she "revisits him she content, you always followed has left." She "goes in the me!" elements," "the wind lends her a path[84] to her lover," and it Mrs. Dean perceived it vain "to is not "for nothing the wind argue against her insanity." passes the casement of _Wuthering Heights_ sobbing"--she "haunts it" as the