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I
was
weeping
as
much
for
him
as
her
;
we
do
sometimes
pity
creatures
that
have
none
of
the
feeling
either
for
themselves
or
others
.
When
I
first
looked
into
his
face
,
I
perceived
that
he
had
got
intelligence
of
the
catastrophe
;
and
a
foolish
notion
struck
me
that
his
heart
was
quelled
and
he
prayed
,
because
his
lips
moved
and
his
gaze
was
bent
on
the
ground
.
"
Yes
,
she
's
dead
!
"
I
answered
,
checking
my
sobs
and
drying
my
cheeks
.
"
Gone
to
heaven
,
I
hope
;
where
we
may
,
every
one
,
join
her
,
if
we
take
due
warning
and
leave
our
evil
ways
to
follow
good
!
"
"
Did
she
take
due
warning
,
then
?
"
asked
Heathcliff
,
attempting
a
sneer
.
"
Did
she
die
like
a
saint
?
Come
,
give
me
a
true
history
of
the
event
.
How
did
-
"
He
endeavored
to
pronounce
the
name
,
but
could
not
manage
it
;
and
compressing
his
mouth
he
held
a
silent
combat
with
his
inward
agony
,
defying
,
meanwhile
,
my
sympathy
with
an
unflinching
ferocious
stare
.
"
How
did
she
die
?
"
he
resumed
at
last
--
fain
,
notwithstanding
his
hardihood
,
to
have
a
support
behind
him
;
for
,
after
the
struggle
,
he
trembled
,
in
spite
of
himself
,
to
his
very
finger-ends
.
"
Poor
wretch
!
"
I
thought
;
"
you
have
a
heart
and
nerves
the
same
as
your
brother
men
!
Why
should
you
be
anxious
to
conceal
them
?
Your
pride
can
not
blind
God
!
You
tempt
Him
to
wring
them
,
till
He
forces
a
cry
of
humiliation
.
"
"
Quietly
as
a
lamb
!
"
I
answered
aloud
.
"
She
drew
a
sigh
,
and
stretched
herself
,
like
a
child
reviving
,
and
sinking
again
to
sleep
;
and
five
minutes
after
I
felt
one
little
pulse
at
her
heart
,
and
nothing
more
!
"
"
And
--
did
she
ever
mention
me
?
"
he
asked
,
hesitating
,
as
if
he
dreaded
the
answer
to
his
question
would
introduce
details
that
he
could
not
bear
to
hear
.
"
Her
senses
never
returned
;
she
recognized
nobody
from
the
time
you
left
her
,
"
I
said
.
"
She
lies
with
a
sweet
smile
on
her
face
;
and
her
latest
ideas
wandered
back
to
pleasant
early
days
.
Her
life
closed
in
a
gentle
dream
--
may
she
wake
as
kindly
in
the
other
world
!
"
