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'then appeared heathcliff, who was not white. he not-white-ly entered the room, where everyone else was white, unlike him. "aah! a not white!" they all shouted. he cried. "i wish i were white," he said. "don't worry, maybe your non-white parents were rich in non-white countries," said nelly. he was then called ten slurs, because he was not white, and left.'

me: whatever 🙄 I don't feel shit

me 15 minutes later: dude I swear I just heard wailing out on the moors

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First we have a “he said, she said” situation:

“If she desired to go, she might: the nuisance of her presence outweighs the gratification to be derived from tormenting her!’

‘Mr. Heathcliff,’ said I, ‘this is the talk of a madman; your wife, most likely, is convinced you are mad; and, for that reason, she has borne with you hitherto: but now that you say she may go, she’ll doubtless avail herself of the permission. You are not so bewitched, ma’am, are you, as to remain with him of your own accord?’

‘Take care, Ellen!’ answered Isabella, her eyes sparkling irefully; there was no misdoubting by their expression the full success of her partner’s endeavours to make himself detested. ‘Don’t put faith in a single word he speaks. He’s a lying fiend! a monster, and not a human being! I’ve been told I might leave him before; and I’ve made the attempt, but I dare not repeat it!”

From this alone we can’t determine who is saying the truth - admittedly our 21st century progressive/feminist sensibilities are inclined to side with the abused wife, but it is indeterminate as of yet.

But then there is this a couple of paragraphs later:

“‘There—that will do for the present!’ said Heathcliff. ‘If you are called upon in a court of law, you’ll remember her language, Nelly! And take a good look at that countenance: she’s near the point which would suit me. No; you’re not fit to be your own guardian, Isabella, now; and I, being your legal protector, must retain you in my custody, however distasteful the obligation may be. Go upstairs; I have something to say to Ellen Dean in private. That’s not the way: upstairs, I tell you! Why, this is the road upstairs, child!’”