Extract from Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte. Character piece.
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young Earnshaw was altered considerably in the three years of his absence. He'd grown sparer, lost his colour, and he spoke and dressed quite differently. And on the very day of his return, he told Joseph and me we must thence fourth quarter ourselves in the back kitchen. Leave the house for him. Indeed, he would have carpeted and painted a small spare room for a parlour. But his wife expressed such pleasure at the white floor, huge glowing fireplace at the pewter dishes and Delve case and dog kennel, and the wide space there was to move about in where they usually sat that he thought it unnecessary to a comfort. So he dropped the intention. She expressed pleasure to her finding a sister amongst her new acquaintance, and she prattled to Catherine and kissed her. Ran about with her, gave her quantities of presence at the beginning. Her affection tired very soon, however, and when she grew peevish, Hindley became tyrannical. A few words from her evincing a dislike to Heathcliff, were enough to rouse in him. All his old hatred of the boy he drove them from their company to the servants deprived him of the instructions of the curate and insisted he should labour out of doors, instead compelling him to do so as hard as any other lad on the farm. He Cliff bore his degradation pretty well at fast, because Kathy taught him what she learned and worked or played with him in the fields. They both promised fair to grow up as rude as savages, the young master being entirely negligent, how they behaved and what they did. So they kept clear of him. He would not even have seen after they're going to church on Sundays. Only Joseph and the Curate reprimanded his carelessness when they absented themselves, and that reminded him toward Heathcliff, a flogging and Catherine a fast from dinner or supper. But it was one of their chief amusements to run away to the Moors in the morning and remain there all day, and the after punishment grew a mere thing to laugh at. The curate might set as many chapters as he pleased for Catherine to get by heart, and Joseph might thrash Heathcliff till his arm, EQT. They forgot everything the minute they were together again, at least the minute they had contrived some naughty plan of revenge and many a time I've cried to myself to watch them growing more reckless daily and I not daring to speak a syllable, the fear of losing the small power I still retain over those unfriended creatures. One Sunday evening, it chanced that they were banished from the sitting room for making a noise or a light offence of the kind. And when I went to call them for supper, I could discover them nowhere. We searched the house above and below, and the yard and stables. They were invisible, and at last Hindley, in a passion, told us to bolt the doors and swore nobody should let them in. That night the household went to bed and I too anxious to lie down, open the lattice and put my head out to hawk. And though it rained, determined to admit them in spite of the prohibition, should they return in a while, I distinguish steps coming up the road, and the light of a lantern glimmered through the gate. I threw a shawl over my head and Iran to prevent them from waking up Mr Earnshaw by knocking, and there was Heathcliff by himself, gave me a start to see him alone