Reference should be made to the earlier post: To Avoid Being Heathcliff before reading this one.
I changed my mind. It occurred to me that there was the
slightest glimmer of a chance that the Lady Bella might be offended at the
prospect of me failing to pay my customary nocturnal respects, so I
walked by way of Mill Lane
as usual. And what did I find? The house in almost total darkness. I expected
to have to avert my eyes from the sight of the scumbag Edgar Linton tending
Cathy’s injured ankle, but no. Little and low lighting. So now I’m confused,
but never mind.
I had a thought tonight, though. The next time there’s a
full moon, and assuming the sky is clear, I really must go the extra distance
and walk to the church. Imagine what a 14th century church and
graveyard will look like bathed by the full moon. Splendid, I should think. Why
has that never occurred to me before?
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