View of Catherine’s room
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Too stupefied to be curious myself, I fastened my door and glanced round for the bed. The whole furniture consisted of a chair, a clothes-press, and a large oak case, with squares cut out near the top resembling coach windows. Having approached this structure, I looked inside, and perceived it to be a singular sort of old-fashioned couch, very conveniently designed to obviate the necessity for every member of the family having a room to himself. In fact, it formed a little closet, and the ledge of a window, which it enclosed, served as a table. I slid back the panelled sides, got in with my light, pulled them together again, and felt secure against the vigilance of Heathcliff, and every one else.
Through the window, you can just make out the fir trees that tapped against the window when Lockwood was sleeping here, and down which Cathy escaped.
It is also the only window large enough for somebody to climb out of.
An example of the sort of box-bed that was in Catherine's room.