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I
suppose
Catherine
fulfilled
her
project
,
for
the
next
sentence
took
up
another
subject
;
she
waxed
lachrymose
.
"
How
little
did
I
dream
that
Hindley
would
ever
make
me
cry
so
!
"
she
wrote
.
"
My
head
aches
,
till
I
can
not
keep
it
on
the
pillow
;
and
still
I
ca
n't
give
over
.
Poor
Heathcliff
!
Hindley
calls
him
a
vagabond
,
and
wo
n't
let
him
sit
with
us
,
nor
eat
with
us
any
more
;
and
,
he
says
,
he
and
I
must
not
play
together
,
and
threatens
to
turn
him
out
of
the
house
if
we
break
his
orders
.
He
has
been
blaming
our
father
(
how
dared
he
?
)
for
treating
H.
too
liberally
;
and
he
swears
he
will
reduce
him
to
his
right
place
-
"
I
began
to
nod
drowsily
over
the
dim
page
:
my
eye
wandered
from
manuscript
to
print
.
I
saw
a
red
ornamented
title
--
"
Seventy
Times
Seven
,
and
the
First
of
the
Seventy-First
.
A
Pious
Discourse
delivered
by
the
Reverend
Jabes
Branderham
,
in
the
Chapel
of
Gimmerdon
Sough
.
"
And
while
I
was
,
half
consciously
,
worrying
my
brain
to
guess
what
Jabes
Branderham
would
make
of
his
subject
,
I
sank
back
in
bed
,
and
fell
asleep
.
Alas
,
for
the
effects
of
bad
tea
and
bad
temper
!
What
else
could
it
be
that
made
me
pass
such
a
terrible
night
?
I
do
n't
remember
another
that
I
can
at
all
compare
with
it
since
I
was
capable
of
suffering
.
I
began
to
dream
,
almost
before
I
ceased
to
be
sensible
of
my
locality
.
I
thought
it
was
morning
;
and
I
had
set
out
on
my
way
home
,
with
Joseph
for
a
guide
.
The
snow
lay
yards
deep
in
our
road
;
and
,
as
we
floundered
on
,
my
companion
wearied
me
with
constant
reproaches
that
I
had
not
brought
a
pilgrim
's
staff
:
telling
me
that
I
could
never
get
into
the
house
without
one
,
and
boastfully
flourishing
a
heavyheaded
cudgel
,
which
I
understood
to
be
so
denominated
.
For
a
moment
I
considered
it
absurd
that
I
should
need
such
a
weapon
to
gain
admittance
into
my
own
residence
.
Then
a
new
idea
flashed
across
me
.
I
was
not
going
there
:
we
were
journeying
to
hear
the
famous
Jabes
Branderham
preach
from
the
text
--
"
Seventy
Times
Seven
"
;
and
either
Joseph
,
the
preacher
,
or
I
had
committed
the
"
First
of
the
Seventy-First
,
"
and
were
to
be
publicly
exposed
and
excommunicated
.
We
came
to
the
chapel
.
I
have
passed
it
really
in
my
walks
,
twice
or
thrice
;
it
lies
in
a
hollow
,
between
two
hills
:
an
elevated
hollow
,
near
a
swamp
,
whose
peaty
moisture
is
said
to
answer
all
the
purposes
of
embalming
on
the
few
corpses
deposited
there
.
The
roof
has
been
kept
whole
hitherto
;
but
as
the
clergyman
's
stipend
is
only
twenty
pounds
per
annum
,
and
a
house
with
two
rooms
,
threatening
speedily
to
determine
into
one
,
no
clergyman
will
undertake
the
duties
of
pastor
:
especially
as
it
is
currently
reported
that
his
flock
would
rather
let
him
starve
than
increase
the
living
by
one
penny
from
their
own
pockets
.
However
,
in
my
dream
,
Jabes
had
a
full
and
attentive
congregation
;
and
he
preached
--
good
God
!
what
a
sermon
:
divided
into
four
hundred
and
ninety
parts
,
each
fully
equal
to
an
ordinary
address
from
the
pulpit
,
and
each
discussing
a
separate
sin
!
Where
he
searched
for
them
,
I
can
not
tell
.
He
had
his
private
manner
of
interpreting
the
phrase
,
and
it
seemed
necessary
the
brother
should
sin
different
sins
on
every
occasion
.
They
were
of
the
most
curious
character
:
odd
transgressions
that
I
never
imagined
previously
.
Oh
,
how
weary
I
grew
.
How
I
writhed
,
and
yawned
,
and
nodded
,
and
revived
!
How
I
pinched
and
pricked
myself
,
and
rubbed
my
eyes
,
and
stood
up
,
and
sat
down
again
,
and
nudged
joseph
to
inform
me
if
he
would
ever
have
done
.
I
was
condemned
to
hear
all
out
:
finally
,
he
reached
the
"
First
of
the
Seventy-First
.
"
At
that
crisis
a
sudden
inspiration
descended
on
me
;
I
was
moved
to
rise
and
denounce
Jabes
Branderham
as
the
sinner
of
the
sin
that
no
Christian
need
pardon
.
"
Sir
,
"
I
exclaimed
,
"
sitting
here
within
these
four
walls
,
at
one
stretch
,
I
have
endured
and
forgiven
the
four
hundred
and
ninety
heads
of
your
discourse
.
Seventy
times
seven
times
have
I
plucked
up
my
hat
and
been
about
to
depart
--
Seventy
times
seven
times
have
you
preposterously
forced
me
to
resume
my
seat
.
The
four
hundred
and
ninety
first
is
too
much
.
Fellow-martyrs
,
have
at
him
!
Drag
him
down
,
and
crush
him
to
atoms
,
that
the
place
which
knows
him
may
know
him
no
more
!
"
