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Good evening and welcome to the Sleepy Bookshelf, where we put down our worries from the day and pick up a good book.

I'm your host, Elizabeth.

Thank you so much for being here this evening.

Tonight, we are returning to Wuthering Heights. But first,

take a slow, gentle breath, in through your nose, and exhale softly through your nose and exhale softly through your mouth.

Feel your body sink a little deeper into the bed, the weight of the day melting away.

Your head is heavy.

Your shoulders relax.

Your breath finds its own calm rhythm, steady and quiet.

Each exhale softens you further.

Your face, your neck, your chest, your legs.

There is nothing left to do.

Nowhere you need to be.

You are safe.

You are held.

And you can rest now.

Hindley returned from the village in his drunken rage.

He caught Nellie, storing his son, Harriton, in a kitchen cupboard for safety. Grabbing the young boy, he took him up the stairs

and held him perilously over the banister. Before Nellie could stop him, Hindley lost his grasp of the

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