Wuthering Heights is the name of Mr. Heathcliff’s dwelling. ‘Wuthering’ being a significant provincial adjective, descriptive of the atmospheric tumult to which its station is exposed in stormy weather. p.6
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Lockwood notices the bad weather, however, still decides to visit Wuthering Heights
Yesterday afternoon set in misty and cold. I had half a mind to spend it by my study fire, instead of wading through heath and mud to Wuthering Heights. p.13
Lockwood describes the weather
On that bleak hill-top the earth was hard with a black frost, and the air made me shiver through every limb. p.13
Lockwood realises that the weather has got worse
A sorrowful sight I saw: dark night coming down prematurely, and sky and hills mingled in one bitter whirl of wind and suffocating snow. p.20
Heathcliff rudely tells Lockwood off
‘I hope it will be a lesson to you to make no more rash journeys on these hills,’ cried Heathcliff’s stern voice from the kitchen entrance. p.22
Heathcliff becomes more animal-like
He delighted to witness Hindley degrading himself past redemption; and became daily more notable for savage sullenness and ferocity. p.85
Nelly confesses her dislike of Cathy
At fifteen she was the queen of the country-side; she had no peer; and she did turn out a haughty, headstrong creature! I own I did not like her. p.85
Cathy acts differently at the Grange and Wuthering Heights
In the place where she heard Heathcliff termed a ‘vulgar young ruffian,’ and ‘worse than a brute,’ she took care not to act like him; but at home she had small inclination to practise politeness that would only be laughed at, and restrain an unruly […]
Linton does not leave
Linton possessed the power to depart as much as a cat possesses the power to leave a mouse half killed, or a bird half eaten. p.93
Bad weather on the night of Heathcliff’s disappearance
About midnight, while we still sat up, the storm came rattling over the Heights in full fury. There was a violent wind, as well as thunder, and either one or the other split a tree off at the corner of the building. p.110
The Lintons embrace Cathy
It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn. p.118
Catherine is excited that Heathcliff has returned
‘I heard the click of the latch, and Catherine flew up-stairs, breathless and wild; too excited to show gladness: indeed, by her face, you would rather have surmised an awful calamity.’ p.122
Cathy warns Isabella against Heathcliff
He’s not a rough diamond—a pearl-containing oyster of a rustic: he’s a fierce, pitiless, wolfish man. p.132
Cathy tells Heathcliff about Isabella’s feelings towards him
We were quarrelling like cats about you, Heathcliff; and I was fairly beaten in protestations of devotion and admiration: and, moreover, I was informed that if I would but have the manners to stand aside, my rival, as she will have herself to be, would […]
Heathcliff comes across Isabella at Thrushcross Grange
The next time Heathcliff came my young lady chanced to be feeding some pigeons in the court. p.143
Cathy wishes she could be a girl again
I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! p.162