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Good evening and welcome to the Sleepyshelf where we put down our worries from the day

and pick up a good book. I'm your host, Elizabeth. I'm so pleased you have come.

This evening we are returning to withering heights.

But before we do, take a moment here to calm your body and mind.

Breathe in softly and mind. Breathe in softly and picture a warm blanket being laid over you. Not real, but made of golden light and calm.

As you exhale, feel its warmth, settle into your muscles, its weight across your chest, your stomach, your thighs and calves.

Let every breath smooth the edges of tension, quieting the nervous system, anchoring you in safety.

Your body grows heavier. Your breath lighter. And all that remains is warm softness and peace before her

is there isabella wrote to her brother to request he visit her to make amends and say goodbye, but also to give him her son, Linton, while she was still alive.

He acquiesced at once, leaving his daughter, Kathy, now 13, in Nellie's care.

His only rule was that Kathy was never to leave the grounds of the Grange, escorted or otherwise.

Nellie was sure she could trust the girl, and most days Kathy would walk or ride

out in the park and return with fanciful stories of her adventures. However, these ventures

became longer and longer, and one day she didn't return for tea.

Nellie became anxious and went out to look for her, knowing she had grown focused on visiting Peniston Crags, which had heretofore been forbidden.

It was on her way there that Nellie spotted one of her dogs,

lying under a window at Wuthering Heights.

She was admitted by a new servant who had been employed since Anne Shaw's death.

Kathy was sitting in a rocker by the hearth, laughing and chatting with 18-year-old Harriton.

When Nellie ordered her to gather her things and leave,

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