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and
rousing
myself
to
dispel
the
obtrusive
name
,
I
discovered
my
candle
wick
reclining
on
one
of
the
antique
volumes
,
and
perfuming
the
place
with
an
odour
of
roasted
calf-skin
.
I
snuffed
it
out
,
and
,
very
ill
at
ease
under
the
influence
of
cold
and
lingering
nausea
,
sat
up
and
spread
open
the
injured
tome
on
my
knee
.
It
was
a
Testament
,
in
lean
type
,
and
smelling
dreadfully
musty
:
a
flyleaf
bore
the
inscription
--
"
Catherine
Earnshaw
,
her
book
,
"
and
a
date
some
quarter
of
a
century
back
.
I
shut
it
,
and
took
up
another
,
and
another
,
till
I
had
examined
all
.
Catherine
's
library
was
select
,
and
its
state
of
dilapidation
proved
it
to
have
been
well
used
;
though
not
altogether
for
a
legitimate
purpose
:
scarcely
one
chapter
had
escaped
a
pen-and-ink
commentary
--
at
least
,
the
appearance
of
one
--
covering
every
morsel
of
blank
that
the
printer
had
left
.
Some
were
detached
sentences
;
other
parts
took
the
form
of
a
regular
diary
,
scrawled
in
an
unformed
childish
hand
.
At
the
top
of
an
extra
page
(
quite
a
treasure
,
probably
,
when
first
lighted
on
)
I
was
greatly
amused
to
behold
an
excellent
caricature
of
my
friend
Joseph
--
rudely
,
yet
powerfully
sketched
.
An
immediate
interest
kindled
within
me
for
the
unknown
Catherine
,
and
I
began
forthwith
to
decipher
her
faded
hieroglyphics
.
"
An
awful
Sunday
!
"
commenced
the
paragraph
beneath
.
"
I
wish
my
father
were
back
again
.
Hindley
is
a
detestable
substitute
--
his
conduct
to
Heathcliff
is
atrocious
--
H.
and
I
are
going
to
rebel
--
we
took
our
initiatory
step
this
evening
.
"
All
day
had
been
flooding
with
rain
;
we
could
not
go
to
church
,
so
Joseph
must
needs
get
up
a
congregation
in
the
garret
;
and
,
while
Hindley
and
his
wife
basked
downstairs
before
a
comfortable
fire
--
doing
anything
but
reading
their
Bibles
,
I
'll
answer
for
it
--
Heathcliff
,
myself
,
and
the
unhappy
plough-boy
,
were
commanded
to
take
our
prayer-books
,
and
mount
:
were
ranged
in
a
row
,
on
a
sack
of
corn
,
groaning
and
shivering
,
and
hoping
that
joseph
would
shiver
too
,
so
that
he
might
give
us
a
short
homily
for
his
own
sake
.
A
vain
idea
!
The
service
lasted
precisely
three
hours
;
and
yet
my
brother
had
the
face
to
exclaim
,
when
he
saw
us
descending
,
'
What
,
done
already
?
'
On
Sunday
evenings
we
used
to
be
permitted
to
play
,
if
we
did
not
make
much
noise
;
now
a
mere
titter
is
sufficient
to
send
us
into
corners
!
"
'
You
forget
you
have
a
master
here
,
'
says
the
tyrant
.
'
I
'll
demolish
the
first
who
puts
me
out
of
temper
!
I
insist
on
perfect
sobriety
and
silence
.
Oh
,
boy
!
was
that
you
?
Frances
,
darling
,
pull
his
hair
as
you
go
by
:
I
heard
him
snap
his
fingers
.
'
Frances
pulled
his
hair
heartily
,
and
then
went
and
seated
herself
on
her
husband
's
knee
;
and
there
they
were
,
like
two
babies
,
kissing
and
talking
nonsense
by
the
hour
--
foolish
palaver
that
we
should
be
ashamed
of
.
We
made
ourselves
as
snug
as
our
means
allowed
in
the
arch
of
the
dresser
.
I
had
just
fastened
our
pinafores
together
,
and
hung
them
up
for
a
curtain
,
when
in
comes
Joseph
on
an
errand
from
the
stables
.
He
tears
down
my
handiwork
,
boxes
my
ears
and
croaks
--
"
'
T
'
maister
nobbut
just
buried
,
and
Sabbath
no
o'ered
,
und
t
'
sound
o
'
t
'
gospel
still
i
'
yer
lugs
,
and
ye
darr
be
laiking
!
Shame
on
ye
!
sit
ye
down
,
ill
childer
!
there
's
good
books
enough
if
ye
'll
read
'
em
!
sit
ye
down
,
and
think
o
'
yer
sowls
!
'
"
Saying
this
,
he
compelled
us
to
square
our
positions
that
we
might
receive
from
the
far-off
fire
a
dull
ray
to
show
us
the
text
of
the
lumber
he
thrust
upon
us
.
I
could
not
bear
the
employment
.
I
took
my
dingy
volume
by
the
scroop
,
and
hurled
it
into
the
dog-kennel
,
vowing
I
hated
a
good
book
.
Heathcliff
kicked
his
to
the
same
place
.
Then
there
was
a
hubbub
!
"
'M
aister
Hindley
!
'
shouted
our
chaplain
.
'
Maister
,
coom
hither
!
Miss
Cathy
's
riven
th
'
back
off
"
Th
'
Helmet
o'Salvation
,
"
un
'
Heathcliff
's
pawsed
his
fit
into
t
'
first
part
o
'
"
T
'
Brooad
Way
to
Destruction
!
"
It
's
fair
flaysome
that
ye
let
'
em
go
on
this
gait
.
Ech
!
th
'
owd
man
wad
ha
'
laced
'
em
properly
--
but
he
's
goan
!
'
"
Hindley
hurried
up
from
his
paradise
on
the
hearth
,
and
seizing
one
of
us
by
the
collar
,
and
the
other
by
the
arm
,
hurled
both
into
the
back
kitchen
;
where
,
Joseph
asseverated
,
'
owd
Nick
'
would
fetch
us
as
sure
as
we
were
living
:
and
,
so
comforted
,
we
each
sought
a
separate
nook
to
await
his
advent
.
I
reached
this
book
,
and
a
pot
of
ink
from
a
shelf
,
and
pushed
the
housedoor
ajar
to
give
me
light
,
and
I
have
got
the
time
on
with
writing
for
twenty
minutes
;
but
my
companion
is
impatient
,
and
proposes
that
we
should
appropriate
the
dairywoman
's
cloak
,
and
have
a
scamper
on
the
moors
,
under
its
shelter
.
A
pleasant
suggestion
--
and
then
,
if
the
surly
old
man
come
in
,
he
may
believe
his
prophecy
verified
--
we
can
not
be
damper
,
or
colder
,
in
the
rain
than
we
are
here
.
"
