:04:24
It seemed a long while to us all...
:04:27
...the waiting for Mr. Earnshaw
to return from Liverpool.
:04:31
He was expected
by suppertime of the third day...
:04:34
...but it was long after dark
and we had long since tired...
:04:37
...of running down to the gate
to look for him...
:04:40
...and were sitting wearily by the fire
with Mrs. Earnshaw...
:04:44
...who would have had us all to bed...
:04:46
...had we not begged
to be allowed to stay up...
:04:48
...for the Master
had promised us all a present.
:04:51
A fiddle for Hindley,
a riding whip for little Cathy...
:04:55
...and some apples and pears for me
even though I was just the serving girl.
:05:08
-Wake up. Your father's home.
-Dear Father, l was asleep.
:05:12
-Father, did you get my fiddle?
-Let me be a minute. Hold on.
:05:16
l feel as lf l've been torn to pieces.
:05:19
-Did you get my fiddle?
-Did you get the whip?
:05:21
-Patience.
-Did you get it?
:05:23
Patience. Let him get his breath.
:05:25
You'll see everything soon enough.
:05:27
Two whole days l took coming here.
:05:30
The roads were that bad.
:05:33
Now this isn't exactly
what you've been expecting...
:05:37
...but let's say it's a gift from God.
:05:53
He looks more like a gift from the devil.
:05:56
-l'll not have gypsies in my house.
-He's not a gypsy.
:05:59
l don't care what it is, you get shot of it.