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"
'
Oh
,
I
forgot
you
,
'
said
the
tyrant
.
'
You
shall
do
that
.
Down
with
you
.
And
you
conspire
with
him
against
me
.
do
you
,
viper
?
There
,
that
is
work
fit
for
you
!
'
"
He
shook
me
till
my
teeth
rattled
,
and
pitched
me
beside
Joseph
who
steadily
concluded
his
supplications
and
then
rose
,
vowing
he
would
set
off
for
the
Grange
directly
.
Mr.
Linton
was
a
magistrate
,
and
though
he
had
fifty
wives
dead
,
he
should
enquire
into
this
.
He
was
so
obstinate
in
his
resolution
,
that
Heathcliff
deemed
it
expedient
to
compel
from
my
lips
a
recapitulation
of
what
had
taken
place
;
standing
over
me
,
heaving
with
malevolence
,
as
I
reluctantly
delivered
the
account
in
answer
to
his
questions
.
It
required
a
great
deal
of
labour
to
satisfy
the
old
man
that
Heathcliff
was
not
the
aggressor
;
especially
with
my
hardly-wrung
replies
.
However
,
Mr.
Earnshaw
soon
convinced
him
that
he
was
alive
still
;
Joseph
hastened
to
administer
a
dose
of
spirits
,
and
by
their
succour
his
master
presently
regained
motion
and
consciousness
.
Heathcliff
,
aware
that
his
opponent
was
ignorant
of
the
treatment
received
while
insensible
,
called
him
deliriously
intoxicated
;
and
said
he
should
not
notice
his
atrocious
conduct
further
,
but
advised
him
to
get
to
bed
.
To
my
joy
,
he
left
us
,
after
giving
this
judicious
counsel
,
and
Hindley
stretched
himself
on
the
hearthstone
.
I
departed
to
my
own
room
,
marvelling
that
I
had
escaped
so
easily
.
"
This
morning
,
when
I
came
down
,
about
half-an-hour
before
noon
,
Mr.
Earnshaw
was
sitting
by
the
fire
,
deadly
sick
;
his
evil
genius
,
almost
as
gaunt
and
ghastly
,
leant
against
the
chimney
.
Neither
appeared
inclined
to
dine
,
and
,
having
waited
till
all
was
cold
on
the
table
,
I
commenced
alone
.
Nothing
hindered
me
from
eating
heartily
,
and
I
experienced
a
certain
sense
of
satisfaction
and
superiority
,
as
,
at
intervals
,
I
cast
a
look
towards
my
silent
companions
,
and
felt
the
comfort
of
a
quiet
conscience
within
me
.
After
I
had
done
,
I
ventured
on
the
unusual
liberty
of
drawing
near
the
fire
,
going
round
Earnshaw
's
seat
,
and
kneeling
in
the
corner
beside
him
.
"
Heathcliff
did
not
glance
my
way
,
and
I
gazed
up
,
and
contemplated
his
features
almost
as
confidently
as
if
they
had
been
turned
to
stone
.
His
forehead
,
that
I
once
thought
so
manly
,
and
that
I
now
think
so
diabolical
,
was
shaded
with
a
heavy
cloud
;
his
basilisk
eyes
were
nearly
quenched
by
sleeplessness
,
and
weeping
,
perhaps
,
for
the
lashes
were
wet
then
;
his
lips
devoid
of
their
ferocious
sneer
,
were
sealed
in
an
expression
of
unspeakable
sadness
.
Had
it
been
another
,
I
would
have
covered
my
face
in
the
presence
of
such
grief
.
In
his
case
,
I
was
gratified
;
and
,
ignoble
as
it
seems
to
insult
a
fallen
enemy
,
I
could
n't
miss
this
chance
of
sticking
in
a
dart
:
his
weakness
was
the
only
time
when
I
could
taste
the
delight
of
paying
wrong
for
wrong
.
"
"
Fie
,
fie
,
miss
!
"
I
interrupted
.
"
One
might
suppose
you
had
never
opened
a
Bible
in
your
life
.
If
God
afflict
your
enemies
,
surely
that
ought
to
suffice
you
.
It
is
both
mean
and
presumptuous
to
add
your
torture
to
His
!
"
"
In
general
I
'll
allow
that
it
would
be
,
Ellen
,
"
she
continued
;
"
but
what
misery
laid
on
Heathcliff
could
content
me
,
unless
I
have
a
hand
in
it
?
I
'd
rather
he
suffered
less
,
if
I
might
cause
his
sufferings
and
he
might
know
that
I
was
the
cause
.
Oh
,
I
owe
him
so
much
.
On
only
one
condition
can
I
hope
to
forgive
him
.
It
is
,
if
I
may
take
an
eye
for
an
eye
,
a
tooth
for
a
tooth
;
for
every
wrench
of
agony
return
a
wrench
:
reduce
him
to
my
level
.
As
he
was
the
first
to
injure
,
make
him
the
first
to
implore
pardon
;
and
then
--
why
then
,
Ellen
,
I
might
show
you
some
generosity
.
But
it
is
utterly
impossible
I
can
ever
be
revenged
,
and
therefore
I
can
not
forgive
him
.
Hindley
wanted
some
water
,
and
I
handed
him
a
glass
,
and
asked
him
how
he
was
.
"
'N
ot
as
ill
as
I
wish
,
'
he
replied
.
'
But
leaving
out
my
arm
,
every
inch
of
me
is
as
sore
as
if
I
had
been
fighting
with
a
legion
of
imps
!
'
