... with my pocket-handkerchief. Our labours were scarcely over when WUTHERING HEIGHTS (ĐỒI GIÓ HÚ) EMILY BRONTE CHAPTER 13 For two months the fugitives remained absent; in those two months, ... precious, if they were valued living. Dear Ellen, it begins, - I came last night to Wuthering Heights, and heard, for the first time, that Catherine has been, and is yet, very ill. I must not ... down the wooden steps, and halting, before an apartment which, from that halt and the superior quality of its furniture, I conjectured to be the best one. There was a carpet - a good one, but...