Mr Heathcliff and I entered the huge main room
‘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 guests.
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 bent by the north wind,which blows over the moors every day of the year.Fortunately,the house is strongly built,and is not damaged even by the worst winter storms.The name‘Earn-shaw’is cut into a stone over the front door.
Mr Heathcliff and I entered the huge main room.It could have been any Yorkshire farmhouse kitchen,except that there was no sign of cooking,and no farmer sitting at the table. Mr Heathcliff certainly does not look like a farmer.His hair and skin are dark,like a gipsy's,but he has the manners of a gentleman.He could perhaps
whenever take more care with his appearance,but he is handsome. I think he is proud,and also unhappy.
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