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"
He
took
the
implements
which
I
described
to
you
in
my
letter
from
his
breast
,
and
would
have
turned
down
the
candle
.
I
snatched
it
away
,
however
,
and
seized
his
arm
.
'
I
'll
not
hold
my
tongue
!
'
I
said
;
'
you
must
n't
touch
him
.
Let
the
door
remain
shut
,
and
be
quiet
!
'
"
'N
o
!
I
've
formed
my
resolution
,
and
by
God
I
'll
execute
it
!
'
cried
the
desperate
being
.
'
I
'll
do
you
a
kindness
in
spite
of
yourself
,
and
Hareton
justice
!
And
you
need
n't
trouble
your
head
to
screen
me
;
Catherine
is
gone
.
Nobody
alive
would
regret
me
or
be
ashamed
,
though
I
cut
my
throat
this
minute
--
and
it
's
time
to
make
an
end
!
'
"
I
might
as
well
have
struggled
with
a
bear
,
or
reasoned
with
a
lunatic
.
The
only
resource
left
me
was
to
run
to
a
lattice
and
warn
his
intended
victim
of
the
fate
which
awaited
him
.
"
'
You
'd
better
seek
shelter
somewhere
else
to-night
!
'
I
exclaimed
in
rather
a
triumphant
tone
.
"
Mr.
Earnshaw
has
a
mind
to
shoot
you
,
if
you
persist
in
endeavouring
to
enter
.
'
"
'
You
'd
better
open
the
door
,
you
-
'
he
answered
,
addressing
me
by
some
elegant
term
that
I
do
n't
care
to
repeat
.
"
'
I
shall
not
meddle
in
the
matter
,
'
I
retorted
again
.
'
Come
in
and
get
shot
,
if
you
please
!
I
've
done
my
duty
.
'
"
With
that
I
shut
the
window
and
returned
to
my
place
by
the
fire
;
having
too
small
a
stock
of
hypocrisy
at
my
command
to
pretend
any
anxiety
for
the
danger
that
menaced
him
.
Earnshaw
swore
passionately
at
me
:
affirming
that
I
loved
the
villain
yet
;
and
calling
me
all
sorts
of
names
for
the
base
spirit
I
evinced
.
And
I
,
in
my
secret
heart
(
and
conscience
never
reproached
me
)
,
thought
what
a
blessing
it
would
be
for
him
should
Heathcliff
put
him
out
of
misery
;
and
what
a
blessing
for
me
should
he
send
Heathcliff
to
his
right
abode
!
As
I
sat
nursing
these
reflections
,
the
casement
behind
me
was
banged
on
to
the
floor
by
a
blow
from
the
latter
individual
,
and
his
black
countenance
looked
blightingly
through
.
The
stanchions
stood
too
close
to
suffer
his
shoulders
to
follow
,
and
I
smiled
,
exulting
in
my
fancied
security
.
His
hair
and
clothes
were
whitened
with
snow
,
and
his
sharp
cannibal
teeth
,
revealed
by
cold
and
wrath
,
gleamed
through
the
dark
.
"
'
Isabella
,
let
me
in
,
or
I
'll
make
you
repent
!
'
he
'
grined
,
'
as
Joseph
calls
it
.
"
'
I
can
not
commit
murder
,
'
I
replied
.
'
Mr.
Hindley
stands
sentinel
with
a
knife
and
loaded
pistol
.
'
"
'
Let
me
in
by
the
kitchen
door
,
'
he
said
.
