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On
opening
the
little
door
,
two
hairy
monsters
flew
at
my
throat
,
bearing
me
down
and
extinguishing
the
light
;
while
a
mingled
guffaw
from
Heathcliff
and
Hareton
,
put
the
copestone
on
my
rage
and
humiliation
.
Fortunately
,
the
beasts
seemed
more
bent
on
stretching
their
paws
and
yawning
and
flourishing
their
tails
,
than
devouring
me
alive
;
but
they
would
suffer
no
resurrection
,
and
I
was
forced
to
lie
till
their
malignant
masters
pleased
to
deliver
me
:
then
,
hatless
and
trembling
with
wrath
,
I
ordered
the
miscreants
to
let
me
out
--
on
their
peril
to
keep
me
one
minute
longer
--
with
several
incoherent
threats
of
retaliation
that
,
in
their
indefinite
depth
of
virulency
,
smacked
of
King
Lear
.
The
vehemence
of
my
agitation
brought
on
a
copious
bleeding
at
the
nose
,
and
still
Heathcliff
laughed
,
and
still
I
scolded
.
I
do
n't
know
what
would
have
concluded
the
scene
,
had
there
not
been
one
person
at
hand
rather
more
rational
than
myself
,
and
more
benevolent
than
my
entertainer
.
This
was
Zillah
,
the
stout
housewife
;
who
at
length
issued
forth
to
enquire
into
the
nature
of
the
uproar
.
She
thought
that
some
of
them
had
been
laying
violent
hands
on
me
;
and
,
not
daring
to
attack
her
master
,
she
turned
her
vocal
artillery
against
the
younger
scoundrel
.
"
Well
,
Mr.
Earnshaw
,
"
she
cried
,
"
I
wonder
what
you
'll
have
agait
next
!
Are
we
going
to
murder
folk
on
our
very
doorstones
?
I
see
this
house
will
never
do
for
me
--
look
at
t
'
poor
lad
,
he
's
fair
choking
!
Wisht
,
wisht
!
you
mun
'n'
t
go
on
so
.
Come
in
,
and
I
'll
cure
that
:
there
now
,
hold
ye
still
.
"
With
these
words
she
suddenly
splashed
a
pint
of
icy
water
down
my
neck
,
and
pulled
me
into
the
kitchen
.
Mr.
Heathcliff
followed
,
his
accidental
merriment
expiring
quickly
in
his
habitual
moroseness
.
I
was
sick
exceedingly
,
and
dizzy
and
faint
;
and
thus
compelled
perforce
to
accept
lodgings
under
his
roof
.
He
told
Zillah
to
give
me
a
glass
of
brandy
,
and
then
passed
on
to
the
inner
room
;
while
she
condoled
with
me
on
my
sorry
predicament
,
and
having
obeyed
his
orders
,
whereby
I
was
somewhat
revived
,
ushered
me
to
bed
.
While
leading
the
way
upstairs
,
she
recommended
that
I
should
hide
the
candle
,
and
not
make
a
noise
;
for
her
master
had
an
odd
notion
about
the
chamber
she
would
put
me
in
,
and
never
let
anybody
lodge
there
willingly
.
I
asked
the
reason
.
She
did
not
know
,
she
answered
:
she
had
only
lived
there
a
year
or
two
;
and
they
had
so
many
queer
goings
on
,
she
could
not
begin
to
be
curious
.
Too
stupefied
to
be
curious
myself
,
I
fastened
the
door
and
glanced
round
for
the
bed
.
The
whole
furniture
consisted
of
a
chair
,
a
clothespress
,
and
a
large
oak
case
,
with
squares
cut
out
near
the
top
resembling
coach
windows
.
Having
approached
this
structure
I
looked
inside
,
and
perceived
it
to
be
a
singular
sort
of
old-fashioned
couch
,
very
conveniently
designed
to
obviate
the
necessity
for
every
member
of
the
family
having
a
room
to
himself
.
In
fact
,
it
formed
a
little
closet
,
and
the
ledge
of
a
window
,
which
it
enclosed
,
served
as
a
table
.
I
slid
back
the
panelled
sides
,
got
in
with
my
light
,
pulled
them
together
again
,
and
felt
secure
against
the
vigilance
of
Heathcliff
,
and
every
one
else
.
The
ledge
,
where
I
placed
my
candle
,
had
a
few
mildewed
books
piled
up
in
one
corner
;
and
it
was
covered
with
writing
scratched
on
the
paint
.
This
writing
,
however
,
was
nothing
but
a
name
repeated
in
all
kinds
of
characters
,
large
and
small
--
Catherine
Earnshaw
,
here
and
there
varied
to
Catherine
Heathcliff
,
and
then
again
to
Catherine
Linton
.
In
vapid
listlessness
I
leant
my
head
against
the
window
,
and
continued
spelling
over
Catherine
Earnshaw
--
Heathcliff
--
Linton
,
till
my
eyes
closed
;
but
they
had
not
rested
five
minutes
when
a
glare
of
white
letters
started
from
the
dark
as
vivid
as
spectres
--
the
air
swarmed
with
Catherines
;
