As of late, I have been surrounded by undeserved sorrow. Hindley has finally drunk himself to death. I cannot take credit for his demise. It was Catherine’s final gift to me. The undeserved sorrow he felt at her own demise sent him to his grave with the drink. I will not mourn him. At last I have paid Hindley is due.
My only regret is that Hindley’s due came at the death of my beloved Catherine. She is gone. I felt it the minute she left this world, even before Nelly Dean gave me the news. It was Edgar who killed her. If only she hadn’t married that cowardly fool. Why hadn’t she left that place? It was Edgar who made her so ill, not me. I could have cared for her. Edgar knew not what she needed. Catherine and I, we are of one being. One soul. My only hope is that she will haunt me until my days have ended.
I did not attend the funeral. I cannot look upon the face of that scoundrel and see his undeserved sorrow. Who is Linton to mourn Catherine? He did not love her as she was. He only adored the simpering fool he turned her into. With Hindley gone, I can focus all my attention on Linton’s downfall.
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