Chapter One


I have just returned form a visit to my landlord, Mr Heathcliff. I am delighted with the house I am from him. Thrushcross Grange is miles away from any town or village. That suits me perfectly. And the here in Yorkshire is so beautiful.
Mr Heathcliff, in fact, is my only , and I think his character is similar to mine. He does not like people either.
‘My name is Lockwood,’ I said, when I met him at the gate to his house. ‘I’m renting Thrushcross Grove from you. I just wanted to come and myself.’
He said nothing, but frowned, and did not encourage me to enter. After a while, however, he decided to me in.
‘Joseph, take Mr Lockwood’s horse!’ he called. ‘And bring up some wine from the !’ Joseph was a very old , with a sour expression on his face. He looked crossly up at me as took my horse.
‘God help us! A visitor!’ He muttered to himself. Perhaps there were no other servants, I thought. And it seemed that Mr Heathcliff hardly ever received .
His house is called Wuthering Heights. The name means ‘a windswept house on a hill’, and it is a very good description. The trees around the house do not grow straight, but are by the north wind, which over the moors every day of the year. Fortunately, the house is strongly built and is not damaged even by the worst winter . The name Earnshaw is cut into a stone over the front door.