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I
rang
the
bell
,
and
committed
it
to
a
servant
's
care
;
and
then
I
enquired
what
had
urged
her
to
escape
from
Wuthering
Heights
in
such
an
unlikely
plight
,
and
where
she
meant
to
go
,
as
she
refused
remaining
with
us
.
"
I
ought
,
and
I
wish
to
remain
,
"
answered
she
,
"
to
cheer
Edgar
and
take
care
of
the
baby
,
for
two
things
,
and
because
the
Grange
is
my
right
home
.
But
I
tell
you
he
would
n't
let
me
!
Do
you
think
he
could
bear
to
see
me
grow
fat
and
merry
--
could
bear
to
think
that
we
were
tranquil
,
and
not
resolve
on
poisoning
our
comfort
?
Now
,
I
have
the
satisfaction
of
being
sure
that
he
detests
me
,
to
the
point
of
its
annoying
him
seriously
to
have
me
within
earshot
or
eye-sight
:
I
notice
,
when
I
enter
his
presence
,
the
muscles
of
his
countenance
are
involuntarily
distorted
into
an
expression
of
hatred
;
partly
arising
from
his
knowledge
of
the
good
causes
I
have
to
feel
that
sentiment
for
him
,
and
partly
from
original
aversion
.
It
is
strong
enough
to
make
me
feel
pretty
certain
that
he
would
not
chase
me
over
England
,
supposing
I
contrived
a
clear
escape
;
and
therefore
I
must
get
quite
away
.
I
've
recovered
from
my
first
desire
to
be
killed
by
him
:
I
'd
rather
he
'd
kill
himself
!
He
has
extinguished
my
love
effectually
,
and
so
I
'm
at
my
ease
.
I
can
recollect
yet
how
I
loved
him
;
and
can
dimly
imagine
that
I
could
still
be
loving
him
,
if
--
no
,
no
!
Even
if
he
had
doted
on
me
,
the
devilish
nature
would
have
revealed
its
existence
somehow
.
Catherine
had
an
awfully
perverted
taste
to
esteem
him
so
dearly
,
knowing
him
so
well
,
Monster
!
would
that
he
could
be
blotted
out
of
creation
,
and
out
of
my
memory
!
"
"
Hush
,
hush
!
He
's
a
human
being
,
"
I
said
.
"
Be
more
charitable
:
there
are
worse
men
than
he
is
yet
!
"
"
He
's
not
a
human
being
,
"
she
retorted
;
"
and
he
has
no
claim
on
my
charity
.
I
gave
him
my
heart
,
and
he
took
and
pinched
it
to
death
,
and
flung
it
back
to
me
.
People
feel
with
their
hearts
,
Ellen
:
and
since
he
has
destroyed
mine
,
I
have
not
power
to
feel
for
him
:
and
I
would
not
,
though
he
groaned
from
this
to
his
dying
day
,
and
wept
tears
of
blood
for
Catherine
.
No
,
indeed
,
indeed
,
I
would
n't
.
"
And
here
Isabella
began
to
cry
;
but
,
immediately
dashing
the
water
from
her
lashes
,
she
recommenced
.
"
You
asked
,
what
has
driven
me
to
flight
at
last
?
I
was
compelled
to
attempt
it
,
because
I
had
succeeded
in
rousing
his
rage
a
pitch
above
his
malignity
.
Pulling
out
the
nerves
with
red-hot
pincers
requires
more
coolness
than
knocking
on
the
head
.
He
was
worked
up
to
forget
the
fiendish
prudence
he
boasted
of
,
and
proceeded
to
murderous
violence
.
I
experienced
pleasure
in
being
able
to
exasperate
him
;
the
sense
of
pleasure
woke
my
instinct
of
self-preservation
,
so
I
fairly
broke
free
;
and
if
ever
I
come
into
his
hands
again
he
is
welcome
to
a
signal
revenge
.
"
Yesterday
,
you
know
,
Mr.
Earnshaw
should
have
been
at
the
funeral
.
He
kept
himself
sober
for
the
purpose
--
tolerably
sober
;
not
going
to
bed
mad
at
six
o'clock
and
getting
up
drunk
at
twelve
.
Consequently
he
rose
,
in
suicidal
low
spirits
,
as
fit
for
the
church
as
for
a
dance
;
and
instead
,
he
sat
down
by
the
fire
and
swallowed
gin
or
brandy
by
tumblerfuls
.
"
Heathcliff
--
I
shudder
to
name
him
!
has
been
a
stranger
in
the
house
from
last
Sunday
till
to-day
.
Whether
the
angels
have
fed
him
,
or
his
kin
beneath
,
I
can
not
tell
;
but
he
has
not
eaten
a
meal
with
us
for
nearly
a
week
.
He
has
just
come
home
at
dawn
,
and
gone
upstairs
to
his
chamber
;
locking
himself
in
--
as
if
anybody
dreamt
of
coveting
his
company
!
There
he
has
continued
,
praying
like
a
Methodist
:
only
the
deity
he
implored
is
senseless
dust
and
ashes
;
and
God
,
when
addressed
,
was
curiously
confounded
with
his
own
black
father
!
After
concluding
the
precious
orisons
--
and
they
lasted
generally
till
he
grew
hoarse
and
his
voice
was
strangled
in
his
throat
--
he
would
be
off
again
;
always
straight
down
to
the
Grange
!
I
wonder
Edgar
did
not
send
for
a
constable
,
and
give
him
into
custody
!
For
me
,
grieved
as
I
was
about
Catherine
,
it
was
impossible
to
avoid
regarding
this
season
of
deliverance
from
degrading
oppression
as
a
holiday
.
"
I
recovered
spirits
sufficient
to
hear
Joseph
's
eternal
lectures
without
weeping
,
and
to
move
up
and
down
the
house
less
with
the
foot
of
a
frightened
thief
than
formerly
.
You
would
n't
think
that
I
should
cry
at
anything
Joseph
could
say
;
but
he
and
Hareton
are
detestable
companions
.
I
'd
rather
sit
with
Hindley
,
and
hear
his
awful
talk
,
than
with
t
'
little
maister
and
his
staunch
supporter
,
that
odious
old
man
!
When
Heathcliff
is
in
I
'm
often
obliged
to
seek
the
kitchen
with
their
society
or
starve
among
the
damp
uninhabited
chambers
;
when
he
is
not
,
as
was
the
case
this
week
,
I
establish
a
table
and
chair
at
one
corner
of
the
house
fire
,
and
never
mind
how
Mr.
Earnshaw
may
occupy
himself
;
and
he
does
not
interfere
with
my
arrangements
.
He
is
quieter
now
than
he
used
to
be
,
if
no
one
provokes
him
:
more
sullen
and
depressed
,
and
less
furious
.
