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WUTHERING HEIGHTS by Emily Bronte. CHAPTER I. l80l.---I have just returned from a visit to my land- lord---the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with. This is certainly a beautiful country. In all Eng- land I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situa- tion so completely removed from the stir of society---a perfect misanthropist's heaven; and Mr. Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation be- tween us. A capital fellow! He little imagined how my heart warmed towards him when I beheld his black eyes withdraw so suspiciously under their brows, as I rode up, and when his fingers sheltered themselves, with a jealous resolution, still further in his waistcoat, as I announced my name. "Mr. Heathcliff?" I said. A nod was the answer. "Mr. Lockwood, your new tenant, sir. I do myself the honour of calling as soon as possible after my ar- rival, to express the hope that I have not incon- venienced you by my perseverance in soliciting t . . .