4x-xx-xx ep31 Wuthering Heights

The weird circle. In this cave, with restless sea, we are meant to call from out of the past stories strange and weird. Bellkeeper told the bell so that all we know we are gathered again in the weird circle.

Atoms of a well-garden by speak again the immortal tale, Wuthering Heights.

That night, walking in the blinding snow, I could swear I heard a voice in the wind. A high, lonesome voice lamenting it was lost. The night was treacherous. I was numb with cold and cursed myself for having wandered so far on the moors.

The air was like a million icicles, pricking my face. It was hard to breathe. I turned and looked back. The snow had already hidden the road behind me. Panic and fear cut through me like a chill knife.

I almost ran up the slope ahead. Then I stopped dead still and caught my breath. Against the grey horizon was a house set on a height, a shelter from the storm. I could think of nothing else.

I ran toward the house and stumbled up the path to the door. Let me in, let me in! I've lost my way in the storm. I beg of you, sir, let me come in. We don't welcome strangers here.

But I can't find my way back in the snow. Take the road you came. It's buried in drips, please, sir. I beg of you. And don't allow a man to inconvenience me if I can hinder it.

This night I have no choice. Come in. I'm indebted to you for my life, sir. No one man could live through that blizzard. Then warm yourself by the fire. It is a bit of night.