place on
the Friday
following
her
decease;
and till
then her
coffin
remained
uncovered,
and strewn
with
flowers
and
scented
leaves, in
the great
drawing-room.
Linton
spent his
days and
nights
there, a
sleepless
guardian;
and – a
circumstance
concealed
from all
but me –
Heathcliff
spent his
nights, at
least,
outside,
equally a
stranger
to repose.
I held no
communication
with him:
still, I
was
conscious
of his
design to
enter, if
he could;
and on the
Tuesday, a
