Lockwood thinks he’s getting breakfast as well as the use of
the spare room, but I’ll soon disabuse him of that notion. And Isabella’s complaining
that she doesn’t have a coat. It’s time the tenant went home. He can get the
bitch to point him in the right direction while she’s out there with the snow
shovel.
*Upon reading this post some way removed from when it was written, I think it worth pointing out that it helps to have a working knowledge of Wuthering Heights in order to understand it. Lockwood is the narrator of the book, and Heathcliff's tenant. Isabella is Heathcliff's greatly downtrodden wife.*
*Upon reading this post some way removed from when it was written, I think it worth pointing out that it helps to have a working knowledge of Wuthering Heights in order to understand it. Lockwood is the narrator of the book, and Heathcliff's tenant. Isabella is Heathcliff's greatly downtrodden wife.*
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