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"
Damn
the
fool
!
There
he
is
,
"
cried
Heathcliff
,
sinking
back
into
his
seat
.
"
Hush
,
my
darling
!
Hush
,
hush
,
Catherine
!
I
'll
stay
.
If
he
shot
me
so
,
I
'd
expire
with
a
blessing
on
my
lips
.
"
And
there
they
were
fast
again
.
I
heard
my
master
mounting
the
stairs
--
the
cold
sweat
ran
from
my
forehead
:
I
was
horrified
.
"
Are
you
going
to
listen
to
her
ravings
?
"
I
said
passionately
.
"
She
does
not
know
what
she
says
.
Will
you
ruin
her
,
because
she
has
not
wit
to
help
herself
?
Get
up
!
You
could
be
free
instantly
.
That
is
the
most
diabolical
deed
that
ever
you
did
.
We
are
all
done
for
--
master
,
mistress
,
and
servant
.
"
I
wrung
my
hands
,
and
cried
out
;
and
Mr.
Linton
hastened
his
step
at
the
noise
.
In
the
midst
of
my
agitation
,
I
was
sincerely
glad
to
observe
that
Catherine
's
arms
had
fallen
relaxed
and
her
head
hung
down
.
"
She
's
fainted
or
dead
,
"
I
thought
:
"
so
much
the
better
.
Far
better
that
she
should
be
dead
,
than
lingering
a
burden
and
a
misery-maker
to
all
about
her
.
"
Edgar
sprang
to
his
unbidden
guest
,
blanched
with
astonishment
and
rage
.
What
he
meant
to
do
,
I
can
not
tell
;
however
,
the
other
stopped
all
demonstrations
,
at
once
,
by
placing
the
lifeless-looking
form
in
his
arms
.
"
Look
there
!
"
he
said
;
"
unless
you
be
a
fiend
,
help
her
first
--
then
you
shall
speak
to
me
!
"
He
walked
into
the
parlour
,
and
sat
down
.
Mr.
Linton
summoned
me
,
and
with
great
difficulty
,
and
after
resorting
to
many
means
,
we
managed
to
restore
her
to
sensation
;
but
she
was
all
bewildered
;
she
sighed
,
and
moaned
,
and
knew
nobody
.
Edgar
,
in
his
anxiety
for
her
,
forgot
her
hated
friend
.
I
did
not
.
I
went
,
at
the
earliest
opportunity
,
and
besought
him
to
depart
;
affirming
that
Catherine
was
better
,
and
he
should
hear
from
me
in
the
morning
how
she
passed
the
night
.
"
I
shall
not
refuse
to
go
out
of
doors
,
"
he
answered
;
"
but
I
shall
stay
in
the
garden
:
and
,
Nelly
,
mind
you
keep
your
word
to-morrow
.
I
shall
be
under
those
larch
trees
.
Mind
!
or
I
pay
another
visit
,
whether
Linton
be
in
or
not
.
"
He
sent
a
rapid
glance
through
the
half-open
door
of
the
chamber
,
and
ascertaining
that
what
I
stated
was
apparently
true
,
delivered
the
house
of
his
luckless
presence
.
