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"
'
Yes
,
no
wonder
,
'
was
my
next
remark
.
'
Catherine
used
to
boast
that
she
stood
between
you
and
bodily
harm
:
she
meant
that
certain
persons
would
not
hurt
you
for
fear
of
offending
her
.
It
's
well
people
do
n't
really
rise
from
their
grave
,
or
,
last
night
,
she
might
have
witnessed
a
repulsive
scene
!
Are
not
you
bruised
and
cut
over
your
chest
and
shoulders
?
'
"
'
I
ca
n't
say
,
'
he
answered
:
'
but
what
do
you
mean
?
Did
he
dare
to
strike
me
when
I
was
down
?
'
"
'
He
trampled
on
and
kicked
you
,
and
dashed
you
on
the
ground
,
'
I
whispered
.
'
And
his
mouth
watered
to
tear
you
with
his
teeth
;
because
he
's
only
half
man
:
not
so
much
,
and
the
rest
fiend
.
'
"
Mr.
Earnshaw
looked
up
,
like
me
,
to
the
countenance
of
our
mutual
foe
;
who
,
absorbed
in
his
anguish
,
seemed
insensible
to
anything
around
him
:
the
longer
he
stood
,
the
plainer
his
reflections
revealed
their
blackness
through
his
features
.
"
'
Oh
,
if
God
would
but
give
me
strength
to
strangle
him
in
my
last
agony
,
I
'd
go
to
hell
with
joy
,
'
groaned
the
impatient
man
,
writhing
to
rise
,
and
sinking
back
in
despair
,
convinced
of
his
inadequacy
for
the
struggle
.
"
'N
ay
,
it
's
enough
that
he
has
murdered
one
of
you
,
'
I
observed
aloud
.
'
At
the
Grange
,
every
one
knows
your
sister
would
have
been
living
now
,
had
it
not
been
for
Mr.
Heathcliff
.
After
all
,
it
is
preferable
to
be
hated
than
loved
by
him
.
When
I
recollect
how
happy
we
were
--
how
happy
Catherine
was
before
he
came
--
I
'm
fit
to
curse
the
day
.
'
"
Most
likely
,
Heathcliff
noticed
more
the
truth
of
what
was
said
,
than
the
spirit
of
the
person
who
said
it
.
His
attention
was
roused
,
I
saw
,
for
his
eyes
rained
down
tears
among
the
ashes
,
and
he
drew
his
breath
in
suffocating
sighs
.
I
stared
full
at
him
,
and
laughed
scornfully
.
The
clouded
windows
of
hell
flashed
a
moment
towards
me
;
the
fiend
which
usually
looked
out
,
however
,
was
so
dimmed
and
drowned
that
I
did
not
fear
to
hazard
another
sound
of
derision
.
"
'
Get
up
,
and
begone
out
of
my
sight
,
'
said
the
mourner
.
"
I
guessed
he
uttered
those
words
,
at
least
,
though
his
voice
was
hardly
intelligible
.
