I could not believe what I saw. The doctor, of all the men here, keenly bending low to receive a tiding of affection on the lips from Cathy! Doctor Jekyll, whom I trusted and judged to be a worthy character, ignoring that she is, indeed, married? And what of Cathy? How could she deny me and my affections, which are of the deepest and most justified ( Read more... )

I have been sleeping at the most irregular of hours. When I descend to see who is about in the parlor, I am either too early or too late; glimpsing no body or spectre, which I am certain must inhabit this place. After the nights staying below until the early morn; either conversing with Catherine, the Count or that irritating Linton, the hours I’ve ( Read more... )

I now finally have the time to collect my thoughts on recent events - Catherine, for the third or fourth time since finding ourselves here, has spent the night with me, but I eventually carried her to her room early in the morning in case the maid were to check on her in her weary state ( Read more... )

I have now resided in the mansion for nearly a week, and have met many of its inhabitants, save, of course, for Cathy who seemed to have came before me ( Read more... )

I could not rest last night. Images from earlier events plagued my mind, as they churned over and over again within me. But yet, I am as blissful as ever, and, despite my lack of sleep, am completely cogniscent ( Read more... )