You do not know me, Nelly?
Look!
I'm not a stranger.
Is it really you? Is it?
Yes.
Heathcliff.
Are they at home? Where is she? Is she in?
Speak.
Yes, Nelly? What is it?
A person from Gimmerton wishes to see you, ma'am.
When I read your note, I thought I'd never see you again.
Why? Didn't you believe that I would return?
I'm not angry, my love!
Oh, no, no. Oh, poor Heathcliff!
Oh, I shall think it a dream tomorrow!
I'll not be able to believe that I have seen and touched and spoken to you once more.
When can we be alone? When?
The Master would like you to bring your guest in, madam.
He thinks it unseemly for you to be standing out here with a gentleman.
Edgar!
Edgar! Heathcliff's come back!
Well, don't strangle me for that.
I know you didn't like him, yet you must be friends now.
Cathy, try to be glad without being absurd.
The whole household need not see you welcoming a runaway servant as a brother.
Look who I discovered in the hall.
Has Mr Heathcliff not changed beyond all recognition, Edgar?
Not entirely, no.
Sit down, sir.
Mrs Linton would have me give you a cordial reception,
and, of course, I am gratified when anything occurs to please my wife.
Your wife? Oh, yes. I heard you married only yesterday.
A pity you did not come sooner, Mr Heathcliff.
You could have made merry at the celebrations.
I am not much of a one for making merry, Miss Isabella.
Too busy making your fortune, no doubt.
And what would make you think that I have made a fortune?
I can see by your bearing and your dress that you've not spent your time away from us
trading horses and reading fortunes, as some might think.
That much is true.
So, are we to learn how you have made your money, Mr Heathcliff?
The same way as any man - by taking advantage of other men's weaknesses.
Hm.
You must forgive Heathcliff, Mr Linton. He always liked to provoke.
Cathy, unless we are to have cold tea, I am thirsty.
And Mr Heathcliff will have a long walk, wherever he may lodge tonight.
Not so far, really. I'm staying at the Heights.
Hindley invited me this morning, when I called.
Hindley invited you? Really?
Yes, when I called to enquire about Miss Earnshaw.
I'm sorry. I mean er...Mrs Linton.
Have you no fear of the consequences of dwelling with your ancient persecutor?
I think my strong head will keep me from danger.
And your brother can hardly be made morally worse than he already is, now, can he?
- I always imagined
that you might end up marrying Hindley,
- Miss Isabella. - Me?
Oh, I think not. Not nearly handsome enough.
Miss Isabella has a suitor.
I would hardly call Mr Brennan a suitor, but...
Well, as I'm sure Cathy will tell you, the female heart can feel
an irresistible attraction towards the most unlikely of men.
Wouldn't you agree...
..Edgar?
I know what my own heart tells me, and that is all any man needs to know, as far as I can tell.
Well, it seems we have all grown wiser in the years of my absence.
Indeed, sir.
I hope that is true.
Do you not have a greeting for your aunt, darling?
Hareton, who has taught you these fine manners, eh?
So, how has married life been treating you this past month?
- Where is he? - Out on the moors.
Inspecting some land I have for sale.
He imagines he outflanks me.
- He will destroy you. - He pays me good rent.
- For living here? - For sleeping in your old room.
A horsewhip for you and a fiddle for me.
What?
You don't remember, do you?
Why did you not come sooner? I've waited weeks.
I'm a married woman.
Every movement is monitored and remarked upon.
You've made yourself a pretty prison, have you not, by being too impatient to marry?
You gave me not a word.
In three years, not one indication whether you were alive or dead.
When I heard that you were to marry, I had one thought in my head: I would return,
have one glimpse of your face, settle my score with Hindley,
then prevent the law by executing myself. I should have stuck to my course.
You knew I was to marry and didn't return to stop me taking such a step?
You'd already betrayed me with your heart.
So, you returned on my wedding day to punish me.
- What's that? - What?
There's a look in your eyes.
My God, I think it's guilt!
You've been with him, haven't you? You've laid with Edgar, haven't you?
- He's my husband. - You think your pretend marriage concerns me?
How am I to look at you?
How am I to touch you, knowing that his milky, feeble hands have held you? You disgust me.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
What have I done? What have I done?
How about a game of Threes Up? Hm?
If you call it, you win it all back.
Every penny.
What if I should call wrong?
I'd take you to the yard, strip you of your shirt and flog you.
Just as you flogged me.
Mr Heathcliff, I think it's nearly daylight out there. We'd probably best be going.
No, no, Saul. I bring you Hindley night in, night out,
plump with cash, ripe for the plucking.
I think it's only good manners that you stay until Hindley's fate is decided.
What do you say, Hindley?
- My cash...
..against the skin on your back.
- And my blood? - Mm.
Why not? Why not?
Call it.
Tails.
Heads.
Saul...behind the stable door you will find a whip.
Oil each tail, so that they do not snag in his open wounds.
I think perhaps you've humiliated him enough, Mr Heathcliff.
I cannot feel any satisfaction for the humiliation I've heaped upon him so far.
And the more revenge I get, the greater my appetite for it.
The lad, sir. Think about Hareton.
Aye.
You're a good man, Saul.
A good man.
I could have been a good man once, but then I met Hindley.
One day, I must sit you down, and you can tell me how to be good.
Gentlemen, thank you for a diverting evening.
See yourselves out.
Are you well, my love?
Just a little tired.
Perhaps, now the weather grows finer, we'll see some more of Mr Heathcliff.
I think Mr Heathcliff has satisfied his curiosity, and from now on we shall see very little of him.
- That is a shame. - Why so?
Because I liked him...and I desired his company.
Surely, you do not covet the admiration of Heathcliff?
- I hope I've misunderstood you. - You've not misunderstood me.
You cannot consider him an agreeable person.
You are a dog in a manger and desire no-one to be loved but yourself.
That is enough! You shall not talk to my wife like that again, Isabella. You shall apologise.
I'm sorry, Sister.
- I knew you would come in the end. - Is Miss Isabella at home?
- Miss Isabella? - Is she home?
Now, come.
I like her too well to let you absolutely seize and devour her up.
- Besides, I would not approve. - You would not approve?
You, who have treated me infernally?
And if you flatter yourself I don't perceive it, you are a fool.
Darling, don't speak like this.
And if you think I can be consoled by sweet words, you are an idiot.
So, I will ask you again.
Is Miss Isabella at home?
Heathcliff...
I am proud to show you somebody who dotes on you more than myself.
- Sister, dear... - I'm sure that my sister-in-law
is breaking her heart by mere contemplation of your physical and moral beauty.
Cathy! This is most unfair.
Be kind enough to excuse me.
Cathy forgets that you and I are not intimate acquaintances.
And what amuses her is painful to me beyond expression.
You had no reason to treat the poor girl in such a manner.
Do not fret. I would as soon as put a canary in the park on a winter's day
than recommend she bestow her heart on you.
There would be a certain symmetry, though, would there not,
in Miss Isabella Linton and I becoming lovers?
Perhaps your fortune has changed you.
Oh, my fortune has changed me in every regard.
Except one.
And if I could change that, too, I would do so.
What is this?
This is an agreement that Mr Heathcliff has the first option to purchase any more land
and buildings you may wish to sell.
This is the balance of the account, sir.
Joseph! Saddle up Hunter!
I'll find a game in The Bull, whilst my luck has changed.
Well, had I known I could ruin that man in the space of three months...
..I would have come back sooner.
I thought I would never find this place.
That's why I told you to bring Cathy's horse.
She could find her way up here in the dark.
Is this the place you bring all your sweethearts?
Only Cathy before you.
Is that how it's always going to be? Cathy before me?
I saw a spirit in you last time I saw you at the Grange, Isabella, that has stayed with me.
Your brother has a woman's gentleness, and you have all the fight.
I cannot tell whether you're flattering me or not.
Anything you hear about me is bad.
And you see some good in me.
Else why would you be here?
Perhaps I'm attracted to the bad in you.
No, do not make a joke of it.
A person who sees the good in me is a sensation I experience so rarely
that it is enough to make me want to at least try to love you.
I knew you were a man who presented a darkness to the world,
because that is what protected you best.
And I know your soul must be in torment, for you to believe such a thing.
What are you about, raising this stir?
You must let Isabella alone - I beg you!
Unless you are tired of being received here and wish Edgar to draw the bolts against you.
God forbid he should try! Go and keep him meek and patient.
I love Heathcliff more than you love Edgar, and he might love me, if you would let him.
I know he could never love a Linton.
And yet he's quite capable of marrying you to hurt me.
He's as good as told me.
I don't believe you.
- What is it to you? - Get off.
I have a right to kiss her, if she chooses, and you have no right to object.
I am not your husband. There's no need for you to be jealous.
If you like Isabella, you will marry her.
But do you like her, Heathcliff? Tell the truth.
Answer me.
Answer me!
- You will not leave here until you answer me!
If I imagined that you wish me to marry Isabella, I'd cut my throat.
Take her, if it pleases you.
You clearly prefer the bliss of inflicting misery to the bliss of our love.
This is insufferable.
It is disgraceful that you should own him for a friend and force his company on me.
Is that how you call it, sir?
I have so far been forbearing with you, sir.
Your presence is a moral poison
that would contaminate the most virtuous.
Therefore, and to prevent worse consequences,
I shall deny you hereafter admission into this house.
Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull.
It's in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles.
I require your instant departure, sir. One minute's delay will render it involuntary and ignominious.
- I will not move until I hear your apology. - Apology?
After constant indulgence of both men, I earn for thanks two samples of blind ingratitude!
Edgar, I was defending you and yours.
Cathy, please get out of my way. Get out of my way!
Make an apology, or allow yourself to be beaten.
All I want...is your happiness.
But I am, I must admit, utterly defeated in this.
Indeed, I can only attribute your spite and venom and...betrayal
to some unfathomable damage deep inside your heart.
To think anything else is to think so badly of you, that I cannot bear it.
Well, I must compliment you on your taste, Cathy.
This is the slavering thing that you would prefer to me?
- No! - Heathcliff, no! I beg you!
- Go.
Remain where you are, Cathy.
I shall not stay, but I wish just to learn whether, after this day's events,
you intend to continue your intimacy...
For mercy's sake, just let us hear no more of it!
To get rid of me, answer my question.
Will you give up Heathcliff hereafter, or will you give up me?
It is impossible to be my friend and his at the same time,
and I require to know which you choose.
- You cannot make me choose! - I demand it!
And if I choose to remain friends with him?
Then I shall ask you to leave this house.
- May I speak? - To chastise me for my weakness? Mock me?
If you hear me out and you still want me to leave, then...I shall relinquish any claim I have on you.
Very well.
If you cast me out, you shall cast out both your wife and your child. I am with child, Edgar.
I'm with child.
I came to you.
So I see - though, after your brother's threats and entreaties, I had rather you didn't.
He has, after all, threatened my life.
Cathy is with child.
You are lying.
- Has Edgar put you up to this? - Sir...
Any loyalty I feel in this is entirely to you.
That is why I've come here - to tell you this, even though he warned me that,
if I was insane enough to encourage what he calls my worthless suitor,
he will dissolve all bonds of relationship between him and me.
Yet, as you see, I am here.
Feed and water the horses, then bed them down.
My bride and I shall be staying here for the night.
Could you...? My fastenings.
Thank you.
Don't look at me.
She's gone. Isabella has gone. She's run off with Mr Heathcliff.
This is not true. It cannot be.
The lad who fetches the milk said they were spotted near Gimmerton.
And I've checked her room, and her bed is not slept in, so they have a day's start.
How will you catch up with them?
She went of her own accord. She had a right to go, if she pleased.
No, Master, she is bewitched.
Hereafter, she is only my sister in name.
Not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
And who will tell the Mistress of this?
No-one.
Isabella is no longer a member of her family, so she needn't be troubled by news of her.
Yes, sir.
No, you're deceiving me!
Shush, Mistress. I promised the Master that I would not tell you.
I thought you might accept your new life if you knew...
Knew what?
That Heathcliff betrayed me and he's put a knife through my heart?
Give over that talk.
Stop that. Miss Cathy! Mistress...
Get off! Get off! Just get off me.
- Just stop that!
Please, my love. Please.
It's all right, my dove. It's all right.
You were dreaming.
Stay with me, Nelly.
If only I were in my own bed in the old house.
And that wind rattling against the lattice.
Do let me feel it.
It comes straight down the moor. Let me have... Let me have one breath.
When will Heathcliff return?
I do not know.
If he felt anything for you, he'd never return and let you be.
Try and put him out of your mind.
I cannot, Nelly.
I cannot.
He will not let me.
Where are we going?
Although it may not appear to be the case, I have tried,
over these past four months, to make myself love you.
But I cannot.
What is preventing such a thing from happening?
- I think you know. - Nevertheless...
I would like to hear you say her name.
Your eyes detestably resemble your brother's.
A dove's eyes. An angel's eyes.
So, I cannot bear to look at them without wishing you ill.
I abandoned my elegancies, my comforts and my friends of my former home to marry you.
- You married me under a delusion. - Then you shall let me go home to the Grange.
You shall go home, but not to the Grange. The Heights will be your home.
And you will not be disgracing me by rambling abroad.
I cannot allow that.
Surely, in your heart, you feel some pity?
I have no pity.
Joseph? Joseph! Where are you, damn you?
Has he come back, then?
I thought he'd gone for good.
We came just now...
but he left me and, as I don't know where he is...
Be sure to lock your door.
I cannot resist going up there with this every night...
..trying his door.
If once I find it open...
..he is done for.
Get back with the dogs, I tell you!
What is it?
- I am tired after my journey. - I'll show you to your room.
- My room? - I sleep in here.
What news is there of Cathy?
Mrs Linton has not been well.
She will never be like she was, but her life is spared.
And if you really have a regard for her, you'll not cross her way again.
I must exact from you a promise that you'll get me an interview with her.
I say you must not. And you never shall through my means. She's too weak.
Consent or refuse, I will see her.
You well know for every thought she spends on Edgar, she spends a thousand on me.
And if I thought it were otherwise, two words would comprehend my future - death and hell.
Do not persist in this, sir,
or I shall be obliged to inform my master, and he shall take measures to secure his house.
Ah.
- Who did you see today, Nelly? - No-one in particular.
Joseph at church, of course, out-praying the Bishop, as usual.
You're lying to me, aren't you?
You have too much imagination, and I have too little.
I cannot make sense of you, some days.
I know that he's back.
I can feel him close, so there's no use in trying to deceive me.
Why am I so changed?
Well, you eat so little and you will not drink, and you've made yourself weak.
I wish I were outdoors.
I wish I were a girl again,
half-savage, hardy and free.
Oh, come, come.
You're a young woman. You're going to bring a new, young life into the world.
You're blessed - if only you could see it.
Open the window wide again.
Open it.
I will not give you a death of cold.
I'm not helpless yet.
I can do it myself.
Heathcliff?
Heath... Heathcliff?
Heathcliff!
I think she will have headed up to the crag.
If we waste time going there, and you are wrong...
She went there as a child. It was a favourite place for...
For both of them.
Cathy?
Cathy!
My love!
Cathy!
My love.
- My love.
- Cathy! - Cathy!
- Cathy? - Cathy!
- I can't see a sign of her, sir. - Cathy!
- Cathy!
Cathy!
Oh, Cathy...
Oh, my love.
Am I come home?
Yes.
Yes, you're home, you're home.
We will wander these moors for all eternity.
I thought you'd forgotten me.
You know I could as soon as forget you as my own existence.
And...what of Edgar and...
Shhh.
There's no Edgar.
There's no Hindley.
It's just you and I.
Cathy!
She's here!
Damn you, she's here.
The pneumonia has a grip on her lungs.
She has neither the constitution nor, it seems, the will to recover.
Hell, is that all you can say?
It'll be a miracle if I can keep her alive till she's gone full term.
I believe, if the child is not born tonight, neither will survive.
Shhh.
Dear, sweet Edgar...
Why could you not love someone worthy of your affection and gentleness?
You know our child will be loved and cherished, do you not?
But not too tame.
Our child shall wander the moors and be free.
As any child must, with your blood running through their veins.
When I was a child...
my father went on a trip.
And he asked me and my sister what presents we would like.
I chose a fiddle,
and my sister, already a good rider, asked for a new whip.
But when he returned, he did not bring us what we had asked for.
He had brought you, instead.
Cathy is dying.
And you grew and grew, like a big, fat cuckoo.
And now look at you, sitting there, as if you are already master of the house.
Your sister is dying.
Cathy is dying.
You do not fool me, Heathcliff.
You wear your finer feelings like you wear those gentleman's clothes - badly.
You are nothing more than a gypsy bastard,
and so your love for Cathy can only be a pretend love,
and your grief for her a pretence.
Don't you say her name.
- Aagh! - Don't you say her name!
Don't you say her name.
- Don't you say her name! - Stop! You will kill him.
You'll hang for it!
I want to die.
I would die a thousand deaths, if I knew she were waiting for me.
I am leaving now.
I think it fair that you let me leave, unmolested.
Be gone!
After all, it is better to be hated by you than loved by you.
I see that now.
So, I think I owe you a queer sort of gratitude
that you spared me your love and its murderous effect.
Be gone!
Will you let me see Cathy, or must I fight my way in?
She's weak. She's dying.
Then you know she would wish to see me.
Obey her dying wishes, even if you no longer take heed of mine.
Shh.
Sleep. Shhh. Sleep, my love.
Let me die in your arms.
Don't leave me.
Don't leave.
Edgar...
Edgar! Oh, Edgar.
How sweet it feels to see you again!
- I beg your forgiveness. - Forgiveness?
I have nothing to forgive you.
- Then you are not angry? - I am not angry.
I am sorry to have lost you, especially as I can never think you will be happy.
I am carrying his child, Edgar!
And I have nowhere, and nothing...
Please. How can I make amends?
If you should really wish to oblige me,
then persuade the villain you married to leave the country.
Do not close your heart to me.
Do not close your heart!
The servants are returning from church. My master will not be far behind.
- I cannot go.
I shall not go, I tell you.
Oh, for heaven's sakes! Just go for one hour. I'll come to you when the master leaves. Please.
- Not for one minute. - You must! Mr Edgar will be up immediately.
I promised her.
This will be the last time.
- She begged me to stay!
She does not know what she says.
- What in God's name... - Unless you are a fiend,
you will take her and you will comfort her.
I shall not refuse to go out of doors...
..but I will stay in the garden.
And mind you keep to your word, Nelly.
I shall be under the larch trees.
Nelly, send for Dr Kenneth now. Send for him, woman!
Doctor! Thank God.
Please come. Please.
Her breathing is shallow. I fear for our baby.
She's dead.
I didn't have to wait for you to learn that.
Stop snivelling before me.
Damn you all. She wants none of your tears.
Yes, she's dead. Gone to heaven, I hope.
Oh, did she die like a saint?
You poor wretch.
Your pride cannot blind God.
How did she die?
She lay with a sweet smile on her face and her baby at her breast.
So his bastard lived, then?
Cathy's life closed in a gentle dream.
May she wake as kindly in the other world.
May she wake in torment.
I pray one prayer I'll repeat until my tongue stiffens.
Cathy Earnshaw, may you not rest.
Not while I'm living.
You said I'd killed you.
Haunt me, then.
Be with me always.
Take any form. Drive me mad.
But don't leave me...in the abyss, where I cannot find you.
I cannot live without my life.
I cannot live without my soul.
Being married will not be so bad, will it, Catherine?
- I'm going to see my father. - This locket was your mother's.
- I hope you'll be a dutiful daughter. - I defy you to frighten me.
Have you heard how your wife speaks to me? If you cannot take her in hand, perhaps I shall.
Linton loves me, and for that reason, I love him.
Mr Heathcliff, you have nobody to love you,
and however miserable you make us,
we shall still have the revenge of thinking that your cruelty rises from your greater misery.
- Nelly! Nelly! Is he still alive? - Yes.
Yes, my angel. He is.
Papa, forgive me. Please forgive me.
There is nothing to forgive.
Tell me one thing, Catherine. Tell me the truth.
Do you love Linton?
Will he make you happy?
He will make me very happy, Father.
And Mr Heathcliff has said that we shall live here.
Linton and I together.
And we will fill the house with children and happiness.
Then I can go to her.
I have been very happy with my little Catherine.
Oh, I see. Playing the loyal servants to the last, are we?
Make haste. Get my daughter's things together.
Don't oblige me to compel you.
Why not let Catherine continue here? Send Master Linton to her.
I'm seeking another tenant for the Grange. I want my children about me, to be sure.
No!
You are on my property.
Stand to one side...
or else I'll have the Constable on you.
This is Green, my solicitor. He will give each of you a notice to quit.
Put it down there.
It's cold up here.
Perhaps you should come down and sit by the fire for a few moments.
Just while Linton sleeps.
I'll stay up here.
I've brought you a book.
Nelly said you might like it.
I thought you might be in need of distraction.
Catherine, come and sit by the fire, my love.
Just while Linton sleeps.
We'll listen out for him, won't we, Hareton?
Thank you.
Lapwing. Bonny bird. It wheels over your head on t'moor, when it's trying to get to its nest.
Perhaps one day we could look for nests.
- 'Appen we could.
I've been to my solicitor.
Linton has bequeathed me all of his estate.
When he dies, you will be destitute.
You'll have no need for books.
If I'm as poor as you say, then I have every need of books, to help me escape my miserable fate.
What a hideous tyrant.
And you - sitting there like a dumb ox, while he abuses me.
- What was I supposed to have done? - Supposed to have done? Stand up to the fiend.
How would you like it if I abused your father?
He's not your father.
Hindley was your father, and Heathcliff ruined him and drove him to an early grave.
- Heathcliff showed me more love than Father. - So he could trick you out of your inheritance.
Don't speak of Heathcliff like that! I'd rather you had abused me.
Very well. I thought your dumb state was down to your upbringing.
But now I see it's the state you prefer - much like a dog, or a carthorse.
And if I ever needed proof, it is your cowardice in not standing to that man.
You're a damned liar!
Why have I made him angry by taking your part, then? A hundred times.
I shall have nothing to do with you and your mucky pride, and your damned, mocking tricks.
I shall go to hell, body and soul, before I look sideways at you again.
Is that true? What Hareton said about taking my part?
He's taken beatings for you - that is true.
Why does he insist on defending Heathcliff?
Because he is attached to him by ties stronger than reason can break.
And it's cruel of you to try and loosen them.
Come in, Cathy.
Cathy, come, please.
Please come in.
Come to me once more.
Oh, my love.
Oh, my heart's darling.
I ask you once more...
Please end it. End my agony.
Let me in! Let me in. Let me in.
- Cathy? - Let me in!
Hold me, my love! Hold me, my love.
Hold me, my love! Hold me.
Hold me.
Cathy!
Cathy, do come, my love.
Do come, my love.
- Do come. - Mr Heathcliff...
Mr Heathcliff...
You must come.
Mr Heathcliff...
My husband...
Your son. He's dead.
- My son? - Linton.
Linton is dead.
Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name.
Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven...
Now, Catherine, how do you feel?
How do you feel, Catherine?
He's safe and I'm free.
I'm sorry.
And I'm sorry.
The things I said to you - I did not mean it.
I was miserable and bitter at everybody.
And I would like you to forgive me.
- Is Catherine not here? - She's upstairs.
- I picked some flowers from over at t'Grange. - Oh, did you?
It seemed a shame to waste 'em. They were t'last of t'summer.
- If he finds you in here, he will punish you. - He can't hurt me. I think even he knows that.
I thought we could be friends.
Even though you'll be ashamed of me.
I will not be.
I think I would like a friend.
- It's one of my mother's exercise books.
How she loved Heathcliff!
What are you two doing in here?
I wanted to feel close to what is left of my family.
I'm the only person to blame. Hareton stayed at my insistence.
And who gave you leave to set one foot in here?
And who ordered you to obey her?
You shouldn't grudge me one room, when you have taken everything from me!
You insolent slut!
You never had anything.
If you strike me, Hareton will strike you.
And if Hareton doesn't turn you out of this room,
I will strike him, back to hell.
Hareton...take her.
Take her and leave me. All of you, leave me now.
She must learn to avoid putting me in a passion.
You once told me love would only bring me grief and pain and suffering.
And I've seen nothing in my life to change that opinion otherwise.
You misled me. Not purposely, I don't suppose, but you were wrong.
If that is true, then my whole life's endeavours have been wrong, too.
Is that what you would have me believe?
I would have you believe whatever brings you peace.
Would that not be a poor conclusion?
An absurd termination to my violent exertions?
I feel for you in such a variety of ways.
In the first place, your startling likeness to Cathy...
..fearfully connected you with her, but then what is not connected with her to me?
And what does not recall her?
The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda
that she did exist and that I have lost her.
And you have...no feeling of illness, have you?
No.
I have not.
I never felt stronger.
I think, first, you should kiss me, for minding so well.
Five kisses if you read it through with no further blunders.
Nelly!
No...
No!
No, no!