Wuthering Heights (Satage 5)

I could not believe he was dead. But this face was wet with rain and the rain dripped off the bed onto the florrs. One of his hands was on the window ledge. When I put my fingers on it, it was cold. I knew he was dead. It was strange but I was happy. Yes, Mr. Heathcliff. I thought. now you will be with you little Cathy.