In vapid listlessness I leant my head
against the window spelling over Catherine Earnshaw - Heathcliffe
- Linton , till my eyes closed; but they had not rested five
minutes when a glare of white letters started from the dark
as vivid as spectres - the air swarmed with Catherines;
"a most melancholy voice sobbed "let
me in - let me in!"
"I'm come home; I'd lost my way on the moor!" As it
spoke, I discerned, obscurely, a child's face looking through
the window."