 Cathy was very young then, only a child, when her father, the master of Wuthering Heights, returned from a business trip to Liverpool and brought with him a young boy. I found him starving on the docks, kicked and bruised and almost dead. I couldn't find anyone willing to clave him, so I thought I'd better bring him home. Shall you like that, Cathy? Oh, yes, father, yes. And you, Hindley, will you be as kind as your sister?