June 23, 1778
A few days ago, Hindley received his first son. The boy's name is Hareton, and he is a fairly healthy baby. His wife, on the other hand, is not at her best. She is sickly and I fear that her sickness is only progressing. Heathcliff delights at his brothers demise, but a tiny part of me feels for Hindley. To lose the love of his life would destroy him. I know I have some harsh feelings for Hindley, but is to wish despair upon him too far? I mean he is still my brother. I'm supposed to love him.
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