My plan is coming to fruition. Hindley has drunk away his inheritance. Posing as a man of great means, I have convinced Hindley to gamble away what was left, and now I have become mortgagee of Wuthering Heights. Furthermore, I have won over his worthless spawn. Even as I have forbidden the curate to set foot on this property and downcast the boy to a farm hand, he still prefers me to his crapulous father. I have taught the boy to swear at his father, and he seems to find great joy in it. All the better, I say. Soon I shall pay Hindley back, and it seems he will not die before I get my chance.
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