Sometimes, while meditating on these things in solitude, I\u2019ve got up in a sudden terror, and put on my bonnet to go see how all was at the farm. I\u2019ve persuaded my conscience that it was a duty to warn him how people talked regarding his ways; and then I\u2019ve recollected his confirmed bad habits, and, hopeless of benefiting him, have flinched from re-entering the dismal house, doubting if I could bear to be taken at my word.<\/p>\n
One time I passed the old gate, going out of my way, on a journey to Gimmerton. It was about the period that my narrative has reached: a bright frosty afternoon; the ground bare, and the road hard and dry. I came to a stone where the highway branches off on to the moor at your left hand; a rough sand-pillar, with the letters W. H. cut on its north side, on the east, G., and on the south-west, T. G. It serves as a guide-post to the Grange, the Heights, and village. The sun shone yellow on its grey head, reminding me of summer; and I cannot say why, but all at once a gush of child\u2019s sensations flowed into my heart. Hindley and I held it a favourite spot twenty years before. I gazed long at the weather-worn block; and, stooping down, perceived a hole near the bottom still full of snail-shells and pebbles, which we were fond of storing there with more perishable things; and, as fresh as reality, it appeared that I beheld my early playmate seated on the withered turf: his dark, square head bent forward, and his little hand scooping out the earth with a piece of slate. \u201cPoor Hindley!\u201d I exclaimed, involuntarily. I started: my bodily eye was cheated into a momentary belief that the child lifted its face and stared straight into mine! It vanished in a twinkling; but immediately I felt an irresistible yearning to be at the Heights. Superstition urged me to comply with this impulse: supposing he should be dead! I thought\u2014or should die soon!\u2014supposing it were a sign of death! The nearer I got to the house the more agitated I grew; and on catching sight of it I trembled in every limb. The apparition had outstripped me: it stood looking through the gate. That was my first idea on observing an elf-locked, brown-eyed boy setting his ruddy countenance against the bars. Further reflection suggested this must be Hareton, my<\/i> Hareton, not altered greatly since I left him, ten months since.<\/p>\n
\u201cGod bless thee, darling!\u201d I cried, forgetting instantaneously my foolish fears. \u201cHareton, it\u2019s Nelly! Nelly, thy nurse.\u201d<\/p>\n
He retreated out of arm\u2019s length, and picked up a large flint.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am come to see thy father, Hareton,\u201d I added, guessing from the action that Nelly, if she lived in his memory at all, was not recognised as one with me.<\/p>\n
He raised his missile to hurl it; I commenced a soothing speech, but could not stay his hand: the stone struck my bonnet; and then ensued, from the stammering lips of the little fellow, a string of curses, which, whether he comprehended them or not, were delivered with practised emphasis, and distorted his baby features into a shocking expression of malignity. You may be certain this grieved more than angered me. Fit to cry, I took an orange from my pocket, and offered it to propitiate him. He hesitated, and then snatched it from my hold; as if he fancied I only intended to tempt and disappoint him. I showed another, keeping it out of his reach.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho has taught you those fine words, my bairn?\u201d I inquired. \u201cThe curate?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDamn the curate, and thee! Gie me that,\u201d he replied.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell us where you got your lessons, and you shall have it,\u201d said I. \u201cWho\u2019s your master?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDevil daddy,\u201d was his answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd what do you learn from daddy?\u201d I continued.<\/p>\n
He jumped at the fruit; I raised it higher. \u201cWhat does he teach you?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNaught,\u201d said he, \u201cbut to keep out of his gait. Daddy cannot bide me, because I swear at him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAh! and the devil teaches you to swear at daddy?\u201d I observed.<\/p>\n
\u201cAy\u2014nay,\u201d he drawled.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho, then?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHeathcliff.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI asked if he liked Mr. Heathcliff.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAy!\u201d he answered again.<\/p>\n
Desiring to have his reasons for liking him, I could only gather the sentences\u2014\u201cI known\u2019t: he pays dad back what he gies to me\u2014he curses daddy for cursing me. He says I mun do as I will.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the curate does not teach you to read and write, then?\u201d I pursued.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, I was told the curate should have his \u2014\u2014 teeth dashed down his \u2014\u2014 throat, if he stepped over the threshold\u2014Heathcliff had promised that!\u201d<\/p>\n
I put the orange in his hand, and bade him tell his father that a woman called Nelly Dean was waiting to speak with him, by the garden gate. He went up the walk, and entered the house; but, instead of Hindley, Heathcliff appeared on the door-stones; and I turned directly and ran down the road as hard as ever I could race, making no halt till I gained the guide-post, and feeling as scared as if I had raised a goblin. This is not much connected with Miss Isabella\u2019s affair: except that it urged me to resolve further on mounting vigilant guard, and doing my utmost to check the spread of such bad influence at the Grange: even though I should wake a domestic storm, by thwarting Mrs. Linton\u2019s pleasure.<\/p>\n
The next time Heathcliff came my young lady chanced to be feeding some pigeons in the court. She had never spoken a word to her sister-in-law for three days; but she had likewise dropped her fretful complaining, and we found it a great comfort. Heathcliff had not the habit of bestowing a single unnecessary civility on Miss Linton, I knew. Now, as soon as he beheld her, his first precaution was to take a sweeping survey of the house-front. I was standing by the kitchen-window, but I drew out of sight. He then stepped across the pavement to her, and said something: she seemed embarrassed, and desirous of getting away; to prevent it, he laid his hand on her arm. She averted her face: he apparently put some question which she had no mind to answer. There was another rapid glance at the house, and supposing himself unseen, the scoundrel had the impudence to embrace her.<\/p>\n
\u201cJudas! Traitor!\u201d I ejaculated. \u201cYou are a hypocrite, too, are you? A deliberate deceiver.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is, Nelly?\u201d said Catherine\u2019s voice at my elbow: I had been over-intent on watching the pair outside to mark her entrance.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour worthless friend!\u201d I answered, warmly: \u201cthe sneaking rascal yonder. Ah, he has caught a glimpse of us\u2014he is coming in! I wonder will he have the heart to find a plausible excuse for making love to Miss, when he told you he hated her?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mrs. Linton saw Isabella tear herself free, and run into the garden; and a minute after, Heathcliff opened the door. I couldn\u2019t withhold giving some loose to my indignation; but Catherine angrily insisted on silence, and threatened to order me out of the kitchen, if I dared to be so presumptuous as to put in my insolent tongue.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo hear you, people might think you were the mistress!\u201d she cried. \u201cYou want setting down in your right place! Heathcliff, what are you about, raising this stir? I said you must let Isabella alone!\u2014I beg you will, unless you are tired of being received here, and wish Linton to draw the bolts against you!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGod forbid that he should try!\u201d answered the black villain. I detested him just then. \u201cGod keep him meek and patient! Every day I grow madder after sending him to heaven!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHush!\u201d said Catherine, shutting the inner door. \u201cDon\u2019t vex me. Why have you disregarded my request? Did she come across you on purpose?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is it to you?\u201d he growled. \u201cI have a right to kiss her, if she chooses; and you have no right to object. I am not your<\/i> husband: you<\/i> needn\u2019t be jealous of me!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not jealous of you,\u201d replied the mistress; \u201cI\u2019m jealous for you. Clear your face: you sha\u2019n\u2019t scowl at me! If you like Isabella, you shall marry her. But do you like her? Tell the truth, Heathcliff! There, you won\u2019t answer. I\u2019m certain you don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd would Mr. Linton approve of his sister marrying that man?\u201d I inquired.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Linton should approve,\u201d returned my lady, decisively.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe might spare himself the trouble,\u201d said Heathcliff: \u201cI could do as well without his approbation. And as to you, Catherine, I have a mind to speak a few words now, while we are at it. I want you to be aware that I know<\/i> you have treated me infernally\u2014infernally! Do you hear? And if you flatter yourself that I don\u2019t perceive it, you are a fool; and if you think I can be consoled by sweet words, you are an idiot: and if you fancy I\u2019ll suffer unrevenged, I\u2019ll convince you of the contrary, in a very little while! Meantime, thank you for telling me your sister-in-law\u2019s secret: I swear I\u2019ll make the most of it. And stand you aside!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat new phase of his character is this?\u201d exclaimed Mrs. Linton, in amazement. \u201cI\u2019ve treated you infernally\u2014and you\u2019ll take your revenge! How will you take it, ungrateful brute? How have I treated you infernally?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI seek no revenge on you,\u201d replied Heathcliff, less vehemently. \u201cThat\u2019s not the plan. The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don\u2019t turn against him; they crush those beneath them. You are welcome to torture me to death for your amusement, only allow me to amuse myself a little in the same style, and refrain from insult as much as you are able. Having levelled my palace, don\u2019t erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home. If I imagined you really wished me to marry Isabel, I\u2019d cut my throat!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, the evil is that I am not<\/i> jealous, is it?\u201d cried Catherine. \u201cWell, I won\u2019t repeat my offer of a wife: it is as bad as offering Satan a lost soul. Your bliss lies, like his, in inflicting misery. You prove it. Edgar is restored from the ill-temper he gave way to at your coming; I begin to be secure and tranquil; and you, restless to know us at peace, appear resolved on exciting a quarrel. Quarrel with Edgar, if you please, Heathcliff, and deceive his sister: you\u2019ll hit on exactly the most efficient method of revenging yourself on me.\u201d<\/p>\n
The conversation ceased. Mrs. Linton sat down by the fire, flushed and gloomy. The spirit which served her was growing intractable: she could neither lay nor control it. He stood on the hearth with folded arms, brooding on his evil thoughts; and in this position I left them to seek the master, who was wondering what kept Catherine below so long.<\/p>\n
\u201cEllen,\u201d said he, when I entered, \u201chave you seen your mistress?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes; she\u2019s in the kitchen, sir,\u201d I answered. \u201cShe\u2019s sadly put out by Mr. Heathcliff\u2019s behaviour: and, indeed, I do think it\u2019s time to arrange his visits on another footing. There\u2019s harm in being too soft, and now it\u2019s come to this\u2014.\u201d And I related the scene in the court, and, as near as I dared, the whole subsequent dispute. I fancied it could not be very prejudicial to Mrs. Linton; unless she made it so afterwards, by assuming the defensive for her guest. Edgar Linton had difficulty in hearing me to the close. His first words revealed that he did not clear his wife of blame.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is insufferable!\u201d he exclaimed. \u201cIt is disgraceful that she should own him for a friend, and force his company on me! Call me two men out of the hall, Ellen. Catherine shall linger no longer to argue with the low ruffian\u2014I have humoured her enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
He descended, and bidding the servants wait in the passage, went, followed by me, to the kitchen. Its occupants had recommenced their angry discussion: Mrs. Linton, at least, was scolding with renewed vigour; Heathcliff had moved to the window, and hung his head, somewhat cowed by her violent rating apparently. He saw the master first, and made a hasty motion that she should be silent; which she obeyed, abruptly, on discovering the reason of his intimation.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow is this?\u201d said Linton, addressing her; \u201cwhat notion of propriety must you have to remain here, after the language which has been held to you by that blackguard? I suppose, because it is his ordinary talk you think nothing of it: you are habituated to his baseness, and, perhaps, imagine I can get used to it too!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHave you been listening at the door, Edgar?\u201d asked the mistress, in a tone particularly calculated to provoke her husband, implying both carelessness and contempt of his irritation. Heathcliff, who had raised his eyes at the former speech, gave a sneering laugh at the latter; on purpose, it seemed, to draw Mr. Linton\u2019s attention to him. He succeeded; but Edgar did not mean to entertain him with any high flights of passion.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve been so far forbearing with you, sir,\u201d he said quietly; \u201cnot that I was ignorant of your miserable, degraded character, but I felt you were only partly responsible for that; and Catherine wishing to keep up your acquaintance, I acquiesced\u2014foolishly. Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous: for that cause, and to prevent worse consequences, I shall deny you hereafter admission into this house, and give notice now that I require your instant departure. Three minutes\u2019 delay will render it involuntary and ignominious.’<\/p>\n
Heathcliff measured the height and breadth of the speaker with an eye full of derision.<\/p>\n
\u201cCathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!\u201d he said. \u201cIt is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles. By God! Mr. Linton, I\u2019m mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down!\u201d<\/p>\n
My master glanced towards the passage, and signed me to fetch the men: he had no intention of hazarding a personal encounter. I obeyed the hint; but Mrs. Linton, suspecting something, followed; and when I attempted to call them, she pulled me back, slammed the door to, and locked it.<\/p>\n
\u201cFair means!\u201d she said, in answer to her husband\u2019s look of angry surprise. \u201cIf you have not courage to attack him, make an apology, or allow yourself to be beaten. It will correct you of feigning more valour than you possess. No, I\u2019ll swallow the key before you shall get it! I\u2019m delightfully rewarded for my kindness to each! After constant indulgence of one\u2019s weak nature, and the other\u2019s bad one, I earn for thanks two samples of blind ingratitude, stupid to absurdity! Edgar, I was defending you and yours; and I wish Heathcliff may flog you sick, for daring to think an evil thought of me!\u201d<\/p>\n
It did not need the medium of a flogging to produce that effect on the master. He tried to wrest the key from Catherine\u2019s grasp, and for safety she flung it into the hottest part of the fire; whereupon Mr. Edgar was taken with a nervous trembling, and his countenance grew deadly pale. For his life he could not avert that excess of emotion: mingled anguish and humiliation overcame him completely. He leant on the back of a chair, and covered his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, heavens! In old days this would win you knighthood!\u201d exclaimed Mrs. Linton. \u201cWe are vanquished! we are vanquished! Heathcliff would as soon lift a finger at you as the king would march his army against a colony of mice. Cheer up! you sha\u2019n\u2019t be hurt! Your type is not a lamb, it\u2019s a sucking leveret.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wish you joy of the milk-blooded coward, Cathy!\u201d said her friend. \u201cI compliment you on your taste. And that is the slavering, shivering thing you preferred to me! I would not strike him with my fist, but I\u2019d kick him with my foot, and experience considerable satisfaction. Is he weeping, or is he going to faint for fear?\u201d<\/p>\n
The fellow approached and gave the chair on which Linton rested a push. He\u2019d better have kept his distance: my master quickly sprang erect, and struck him full on the throat a blow that would have levelled a slighter man. It took his breath for a minute; and while he choked, Mr. Linton walked out by the back door into the yard, and from thence to the front entrance.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere! you\u2019ve done with coming here,\u201d cried Catherine. \u201cGet away, now; he\u2019ll return with a brace of pistols and half-a-dozen assistants. If he did overhear us, of course he\u2019d never forgive you. You\u2019ve played me an ill turn, Heathcliff! But go\u2014make haste! I\u2019d rather see Edgar at bay than you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you suppose I\u2019m going with that blow burning in my gullet?\u201d he thundered. \u201cBy hell, no! I\u2019ll crush his ribs in like a rotten hazel-nut before I cross the threshold! If I don\u2019t floor him now, I shall murder him some time; so, as you value his existence, let me get at him!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe is not coming,\u201d I interposed, framing a bit of a lie. \u201cThere\u2019s the coachman and the two gardeners; you\u2019ll surely not wait to be thrust into the road by them! Each has a bludgeon; and master will, very likely, be watching from the parlour-windows to see that they fulfil his orders.\u201d<\/p>\n
The gardeners and coachman were there: but Linton was with them. They had already entered the court. Heathcliff, on the second thoughts, resolved to avoid a struggle against three underlings: he seized the poker, smashed the lock from the inner door, and made his escape as they tramped in.<\/p>\n
Mrs. Linton, who was very much excited, bade me accompany her upstairs. She did not know my share in contributing to the disturbance, and I was anxious to keep her in ignorance.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m nearly distracted, Nelly!\u201d she exclaimed, throwing herself on the sofa. \u201cA thousand smiths\u2019 hammers are beating in my head! Tell Isabella to shun me; this uproar is owing to her; and should she or any one else aggravate my anger at present, I shall get wild. And, Nelly, say to Edgar, if you see him again to-night, that I\u2019m in danger of being seriously ill. I wish it may prove true. He has startled and distressed me shockingly! I want to frighten him. Besides, he might come and begin a string of abuse or complainings; I\u2019m certain I should recriminate, and God knows where we should end! Will you do so, my good Nelly? You are aware that I am no way blamable in this matter. What possessed him to turn listener? Heathcliff\u2019s talk was outrageous, after you left us; but I could soon have diverted him from Isabella, and the rest meant nothing. Now all is dashed wrong; by the fool\u2019s craving to hear evil of self, that haunts some people like a demon! Had Edgar never gathered our conversation, he would never have been the worse for it. Really, when he opened on me in that unreasonable tone of displeasure after I had scolded Heathcliff till I was hoarse for him, I did not care hardly what they did to each other; especially as I felt that, however the scene closed, we should all be driven asunder for nobody knows how long! Well, if I cannot keep Heathcliff for my friend\u2014if Edgar will be mean and jealous, I\u2019ll try to break their hearts by breaking my own. That will be a prompt way of finishing all, when I am pushed to extremity! But it\u2019s a deed to be reserved for a forlorn hope; I\u2019d not take Linton by surprise with it. To this point he has been discreet in dreading to provoke me; you must represent the peril of quitting that policy, and remind him of my passionate temper, verging, when kindled, on frenzy. I wish you could dismiss that apathy out of that countenance, and look rather more anxious about me.\u201d<\/p>\n
The stolidity with which I received these instructions was, no doubt, rather exasperating: for they were delivered in perfect sincerity; but I believed a person who could plan the turning of her fits of passion to account, beforehand, might, by exerting her will, manage to control herself tolerably, even while under their influence; and I did not wish to \u201cfrighten\u201d her husband, as she said, and multiply his annoyances for the purpose of serving her selfishness. Therefore I said nothing when I met the master coming towards the parlour; but I took the liberty of turning back to listen whether they would resume their quarrel together. He began to speak first.<\/p>\n
\u201cRemain where you are, Catherine,\u201d he said; without any anger in his voice, but with much sorrowful despondency. \u201cI shall not stay. I am neither come to wrangle nor be reconciled; but I wish just to learn whether, after this evening\u2019s events, you intend to continue your intimacy with\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, for mercy\u2019s sake,\u201d interrupted the mistress, stamping her foot, \u201cfor mercy\u2019s sake, let us hear no more of it now! Your cold blood cannot be worked into a fever: your veins are full of ice-water; but mine are boiling, and the sight of such chillness makes them dance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo get rid of me, answer my question,\u201d persevered Mr. Linton. \u201cYou must answer it; and that violence does not alarm me. I have found that you can be as stoical as anyone, when you please. Will you give up Heathcliff hereafter, or will you give up me? It is impossible for you to be my<\/i> friend and his<\/i> at the same time; and I absolutely require<\/i> to know which you choose.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI require to be let alone!\u201d exclaimed Catherine, furiously. \u201cI demand it! Don\u2019t you see I can scarcely stand? Edgar, you\u2014you leave me!\u201d<\/p>\n
She rang the bell till it broke with a twang; I entered leisurely. It was enough to try the temper of a saint, such senseless, wicked rages! There she lay dashing her head against the arm of the sofa, and grinding her teeth, so that you might fancy she would crash them to splinters! Mr. Linton stood looking at her in sudden compunction and fear. He told me to fetch some water. She had no breath for speaking. I brought a glass full; and as she would not drink, I sprinkled it on her face. In a few seconds she stretched herself out stiff, and turned up her eyes, while her cheeks, at once blanched and livid, assumed the aspect of death. Linton looked terrified.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is nothing in the world the matter,\u201d I whispered. I did not want him to yield, though I could not help being afraid in my heart.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe has blood on her lips!\u201d he said, shuddering.<\/p>\n
\u201cNever mind!\u201d I answered, tartly. And I told him how she had resolved, previous to his coming, on exhibiting a fit of frenzy. I incautiously gave the account aloud, and she heard me; for she started up\u2014her hair flying over her shoulders, her eyes flashing, the muscles of her neck and arms standing out preternaturally. I made up my mind for broken bones, at least; but she only glared about her for an instant, and then rushed from the room. The master directed me to follow; I did, to her chamber-door: she hindered me from going further by securing it against me.<\/p>\n
As she never offered to descend to breakfast next morning, I went to ask whether she would have some carried up. \u201cNo!\u201d she replied, peremptorily. The same question was repeated at dinner and tea; and again on the morrow after, and received the same answer. Mr. Linton, on his part, spent his time in the library, and did not inquire concerning his wife\u2019s occupations. Isabella and he had had an hour\u2019s interview, during which he tried to elicit from her some sentiment of proper horror for Heathcliff\u2019s advances: but he could make nothing of her evasive replies, and was obliged to close the examination unsatisfactorily; adding, however, a solemn warning, that if she were so insane as to encourage that worthless suitor, it would dissolve all bonds of relationship between herself and him.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":299,"menu_order":11,"template":"","meta":{"pb_show_title":"on","pb_short_title":"","pb_subtitle":"","pb_authors":[],"pb_section_license":""},"chapter-type":[48],"contributor":[],"license":[],"class_list":["post-34","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry","chapter-type-numberless"],"part":3,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/wutheringheights\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/34","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/wutheringheights\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/wutheringheights\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/wutheringheights\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/299"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/wutheringheights\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/34\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":161,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/wutheringheights\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/34\/revisions\/161"}],"part":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/wutheringheights\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/parts\/3"}],"metadata":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/wutheringheights\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/34\/metadata\/"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/wutheringheights\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=34"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"chapter-type","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/wutheringheights\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapter-type?post=34"},{"taxonomy":"contributor","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/wutheringheights\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/contributor?post=34"},{"taxonomy":"license","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/wutheringheights\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/license?post=34"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}