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There
was
no
reply
to
my
question
;
and
on
looking
round
I
saw
only
Joseph
bringing
in
a
pail
of
porridge
for
the
dogs
,
and
Mrs.
Heathcliff
leaning
over
the
fire
,
diverting
herself
with
burning
a
bundle
of
matches
which
had
fallen
from
the
chimney-piece
as
she
restored
the
tea
canister
to
its
place
.
The
former
,
when
he
had
deposited
his
burden
,
took
a
critical
survey
of
the
room
,
and
in
cracked
tones
,
grated
out
:
"
Aw
wonder
how
yah
can
faishion
to
stand
thear
i
'
idleness
un
war
,
when
all
on
em
's
goan
out
!
Bud
yah
're
a
nowt
,
and
it
's
no
use
talking
--
yah
'll
niver
mend
o
'
yer
ill
ways
,
but
goa
raight
to
t
'
devil
,
like
yer
mother
afore
ye
!
"
I
imagined
,
for
a
moment
,
that
this
piece
of
eloquence
was
addressed
to
me
;
and
,
sufficiently
enraged
,
stepped
towards
the
aged
rascal
with
an
intention
of
kicking
him
out
of
the
door
.
Mrs.
Heathcliff
,
however
,
checked
me
by
her
answer
.
"
You
scandalous
old
hypocrite
!
"
she
replied
.
"
Are
you
not
afraid
of
being
carried
away
bodily
,
whenever
you
mention
the
devil
's
name
?
I
warn
you
to
refrain
from
provoking
me
,
or
I
'll
ask
your
abduction
as
a
special
favour
.
Stop
!
look
here
,
Joseph
,
"
she
continued
,
taking
a
long
,
dark
book
from
a
shelf
;
"
I
'll
show
you
how
far
I
've
progressed
in
the
Black
Art
:
I
shall
soon
be
competent
to
make
a
clear
house
of
it
.
The
red
cow
did
n't
die
by
chance
;
and
your
rheumatism
can
hardly
be
reckoned
among
providential
visitations
!
"
"
Oh
,
wicked
,
wicked
!
"
gasped
the
elder
;
"
may
the
Lord
deliver
us
from
evil
!
"
"
No
,
reprobate
!
you
are
a
castaway
--
be
off
,
or
I
'll
hurt
you
seriously
!
I
'll
have
you
all
modelled
in
wax
and
clay
;
and
the
first
who
passes
the
limits
I
fix
,
shall
--
I
'll
not
say
what
he
shall
be
done
to
--
but
,
you
'll
see
!
Go
,
I
'm
looking
at
you
!
"
The
little
witch
put
a
mock
malignity
into
her
beautiful
eyes
,
and
Joseph
,
trembling
with
sincere
horror
,
hurried
out
praying
and
ejaculating
"
wicked
"
as
he
went
.
I
thought
her
conduct
must
be
prompted
by
a
species
of
dreary
fun
;
and
,
now
that
we
were
alone
,
I
endeavoured
to
interest
her
in
my
distress
.
"
Mrs.
Heathcliff
,
"
I
said
earnestly
,
"
you
must
excuse
me
for
troubling
you
.
I
presume
,
because
,
with
that
face
,
I
'm
sure
you
can
not
help
being
good-hearted
.
Do
point
out
some
landmarks
by
which
I
may
know
my
way
home
:
I
have
no
more
idea
how
to
get
there
than
you
would
have
how
to
get
to
London
!
"
"
Take
the
road
you
came
,
"
she
answered
,
ensconcing
herself
in
a
chair
,
with
a
candle
,
and
the
long
book
open
before
her
.
"
It
is
brief
advice
,
but
as
sound
as
I
can
give
.
"
"
Then
,
if
you
hear
of
me
being
discovered
dead
in
a
bog
or
a
pit
full
of
snow
,
your
conscience
wo
n't
whisper
that
it
is
partly
your
fault
?
"
