'They sat together in a window whose lattice lay back against the wall, and displayed beyond the garden trees and the wild green park, with a long line of mist winding nearly to its top (for very soon after you pass the chapel, as you may have noticed, the sough that runs from the marshes joins a beck which follows the bend of the glen). Wuthering Heights rose above this silvery vapour; but our old house [Thrushcross Grange] was invisible—it rather dips down on the other side.'
~ Nelly Dean, Wuthering Heights, Chapter 10