"There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had been wandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in the morning; but since dinner (Mrs. Reed, when there was no company, dined early) the cold winter wind had brought with it clouds so somber, and a rain so penetrating, that further outdoor exercise was now out of the question."
"The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house all that cold, cold, wet day."
Next Week: "Heathcliff as Grinch: Wuthering Heights and the Chthonic Carnivalesque."