Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte Fiction Classics

<p><strong>I have just returned from a visit to my landlord -- the solitary neighbor that I shall be troubled with. </strong>This is certainly a beautiful country! In all England I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation 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 between 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 honor of calling as soon as possible after my arrival to express the hope that I have not inconvenienced you by my perseverance in soliciting the occupation of Thrushcross Grange: I heard yesterday you had had some thoughts -- Thrushcross Grange is my own sir he interrupted wincing. I should not allow anyone to inconvenience me if I could hinder it -- walk in!</p>