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"
How
so
?
I
can
not
escort
you
.
They
would
n't
let
me
go
to
the
end
of
the
garden-wall
.
"
"
You
!
I
should
be
sorry
to
ask
you
to
cross
the
threshold
,
for
my
convenience
,
on
such
a
night
,
"
I
cried
.
"
I
want
you
to
tell
me
my
way
,
not
to
show
it
;
or
else
to
persuade
Mr.
Heathcliff
to
give
me
a
guide
.
"
"
Who
?
There
is
himself
,
Earnshaw
,
Zillah
,
Joseph
and
I.
Which
would
you
have
?
"
"
Are
there
no
boys
at
the
farm
?
"
"
No
;
those
are
all
.
"
"
Then
,
it
follows
that
I
am
compelled
to
stay
.
"
"
That
you
may
settle
with
your
host
.
I
have
nothing
to
do
with
it
.
"
"
I
hope
it
will
be
a
lesson
to
you
to
make
no
more
rash
journeys
on
these
hills
,
"
cried
Heathcliff
's
stern
voice
from
the
kitchen
entrance
.
"
As
to
staying
here
,
I
do
n't
keep
accommodations
for
visitors
:
you
must
share
a
bed
with
Hareton
or
Joseph
,
if
you
do
.
"
"
I
can
sleep
on
a
chair
in
this
room
,
"
I
replied
.
"
No
,
no
!
A
stranger
is
a
stranger
,
be
he
rich
or
poor
;
it
will
not
suit
me
to
permit
any
one
the
range
of
the
place
while
I
am
off
guard
!
"
said
the
unmannerly
wretch
.
