1 To-day, I am within sight of my heaven.
2 So much the worse for me that I am strong.
3 I am interested in every character you have mentioned, more or less.
4 You say she never mentions my name, and that I am never mentioned to her.
5 I am too weak to read; yet I feel as if I could enjoy something interesting.
6 I am sure you have thought a great deal more than the generality of servants think.
7 Now, you shall hear how I have been received in my new home, as I am led to imagine the Heights will be.
8 Guests are so exceedingly rare in this house that I and my dogs, I am willing to own, hardly know how to receive them.
9 It is far from being the case: I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
10 Excepting a few provincialisms of slight consequence, you have no marks of the manners which I am habituated to consider as peculiar to your class.
11 This bed is the fairy cave under Penistone crags, and you are gathering elf-bolts to hurt our heifers; pretending, while I am near, that they are only locks of wool.
12 In two hours, I called Joseph to carry him up again; and since then my presence is as potent on his nerves as a ghost; and I fancy he sees me often, though I am not near.
13 What her last illness was, I am not certain: I conjecture, they died of the same thing, a kind of fever, slow at its commencement, but incurable, and rapidly consuming life towards the close.
14 On the succeeding morning I was laid up, and during three weeks I remained incapacitated for attending to my duties: a calamity never experienced prior to that period, and never, I am thankful to say, since.
15 I concealed the fact of his having swallowed nothing for four days, fearing it might lead to trouble, and then, I am persuaded, he did not abstain on purpose: it was the consequence of his strange illness, not the cause.