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I
divined
,
from
this
account
,
that
utter
lack
of
sympathy
had
rendered
young
Heathcliff
selfish
and
disagreeable
,
if
he
were
not
so
originally
;
and
my
interest
in
him
,
consequently
,
decayed
:
though
still
I
was
moved
with
a
sense
of
grief
at
his
lot
,
and
a
wish
that
he
had
been
left
with
us
.
Mr.
Edgar
encouraged
me
to
gain
information
:
he
thought
a
great
deal
about
him
,
I
fancy
,
and
would
have
run
some
risk
to
see
him
;
and
he
told
me
once
to
ask
the
housekeeper
whether
he
ever
came
into
the
village
?
She
said
he
had
only
been
twice
,
on
horseback
,
accompanying
his
father
,
and
both
times
he
pretended
to
be
quite
knocked
up
for
three
or
four
days
afterwards
.
The
housekeeper
left
,
if
I
recollect
rightly
,
two
years
after
he
came
;
and
another
,
whom
I
did
not
know
,
was
her
successor
:
she
lives
there
still
.
Time
wore
on
at
the
Grange
in
its
former
pleasant
way
,
till
Miss
Cathy
reached
sixteen
.
On
the
anniversary
of
her
birth
we
never
manifested
any
signs
of
rejoicing
,
because
it
was
also
the
anniversary
of
my
late
mistress
's
death
.
Her
father
invariably
spent
that
day
alone
in
the
library
;
and
walked
,
at
dusk
,
as
far
as
Gimmerton
kirkyard
,
where
he
would
frequently
prolong
his
stay
beyond
midnight
.
Therefore
Catherine
was
thrown
on
her
own
resources
for
amusement
.
This
20th
of
March
was
a
beautiful
spring
day
,
and
when
her
father
had
retired
,
my
young
lady
came
down
dressed
for
going
out
,
and
said
she
asked
to
have
a
ramble
on
the
edge
of
the
moor
with
me
:
Mr.
Linton
had
given
her
leave
,
if
we
went
only
a
short
distance
and
were
back
within
the
hour
.
"
So
make
haste
,
Ellen
!
"
she
cried
.
"
I
know
where
I
wish
to
go
;
where
a
colony
of
moor
game
are
settled
:
I
want
to
see
whether
they
have
made
their
nests
yet
.
"
"
That
must
be
a
good
distance
up
,
"
I
answered
;
"
they
do
n't
breed
on
the
edge
of
the
moor
.
"
"
No
,
it
's
not
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
've
gone
very
near
with
papa
.
"
I
put
on
my
bonnet
and
sallied
out
,
thinking
nothing
more
of
the
matter
.
She
bounded
before
me
,
and
returned
to
my
side
,
and
was
off
again
like
a
young
greyhound
;
and
,
at
first
,
I
found
plenty
of
entertainment
in
listening
to
the
larks
singing
far
and
near
,
and
enjoying
the
sweet
,
warm
sunshine
;
and
watching
her
,
my
pet
,
and
my
delight
,
with
her
golden
ringlets
flying
loose
behind
and
her
bright
cheek
,
as
soft
and
pure
in
its
bloom
as
a
wild
rose
,
and
her
eyes
radiant
with
cloudless
pleasure
.
She
was
a
happy
creature
,
and
an
angel
,
in
those
days
.
It
's
a
pity
she
could
not
be
content
.
"
Well
,
"
said
I
,
"
where
are
your
moor-game
,
Miss
Cathy
?
We
should
be
at
them
:
the
Grange
park-fence
is
a
great
way
off
now
.
"
"
Oh
a
little
further
--
only
a
little
further
,
Ellen
,
"
was
her
answer
continually
.
"
Climb
to
that
hillock
,
pass
that
bank
and
by
the
time
you
reach
the
other
side
I
shall
have
raised
the
birds
.
"
