interspersed with silver jugs and tankards,towering row after row, on a vast oakdresser, to the very roof.
Wuthering Heights is the name of Mr.Heathcliff‘s dwelling.
‘The Lord help us!‘ he soliloquised in anundertone of peevish displeasure, whilerelieving me of my horse: looking,meantime, in my face so sourly that Icharitably conjectured he must have needof divine aid to digest his dinner, and hispious ejaculation had no reference to myunexpected advent.
‘The Lord help us!‘ he soliloquised in anundertone of peevish displeasure, whilerelieving me of my horse