Chapter twenty-two starts a second love story — oh what a love story it is!
Catherine is convinced by her father. Phew! Out of danger. But there she is, more “on the fence” than she appears, hey? And she slips over…
The description of the other side of the wall is symbolic, the locked door symbolic, Ellen Dean’s entreaties through said door symbolic…
Nell calls Heathcliff a liar: again, is he lying? (I challenge you to find his lies anywhere in the entire text.)
Does anybody sympathize with Linton?
Is anybody not rolling eyes at Catherine?
Is anybody not in Brontë’s pocket at the moment? Dramatic irony much?