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The
master
had
retired
to
rest
before
we
came
in
.
Cathy
stole
to
his
room
to
enquire
how
he
was
;
he
had
fallen
asleep
.
She
returned
,
and
asked
me
to
sit
with
her
in
the
library
We
took
our
tea
together
;
and
afterwards
she
lay
down
on
the
rug
,
and
told
me
not
to
talk
,
for
she
was
weary
.
I
got
a
book
,
and
pretended
to
read
.
As
soon
as
she
supposed
me
absorbed
in
my
occupation
,
she
recommenced
her
silent
weeping
;
it
appeared
,
at
present
,
her
favourite
diversion
.
I
suffered
her
to
enjoy
it
a
while
;
then
I
expostulated
:
deriding
and
ridiculing
a
Mr.
Heathcliff
's
assertions
about
his
son
,
as
if
I
were
certain
she
would
coincide
.
Alas
!
I
had
n't
skill
to
counteract
the
effect
his
account
had
produced
:
it
was
just
what
he
intended
.
"
You
may
be
right
,
Ellen
,
"
she
answered
;
"
but
I
shall
never
feel
at
ease
till
I
know
.
And
I
must
tell
Linton
it
is
not
my
fault
that
I
do
n't
write
,
and
convince
him
that
I
shall
not
change
.
"
What
use
were
anger
and
protestations
against
her
silly
credulity
?
We
parted
that
night
--
hostile
;
but
next
day
beheld
me
on
the
road
to
Wuthering
Heights
,
by
the
side
of
my
wilful
young
mistress
's
pony
.
I
could
n't
bear
to
witness
her
sorrow
:
to
see
her
pale
dejected
countenance
,
and
heavy
eyes
;
and
I
yielded
,
in
the
faint
hope
that
Linton
himself
might
prove
,
by
his
reception
of
us
,
how
little
of
the
tale
was
founded
on
fact
.
The
rainy
night
had
ushered
in
a
cold
,
misty
morning
--
half-frost
,
half-drizzle
--
and
temporary
brooks
crossed
our
path
,
gurgling
from
the
uplands
.
My
feet
were
thoroughly
wetted
;
I
was
cross
and
low
;
exactly
the
humour
suited
for
making
the
most
of
these
disagreeable
things
.
We
entered
the
farmhouse
by
the
kitchen
way
,
to
ascertain
whether
Mr.
Heathcliff
were
really
absent
;
because
I
put
slight
faith
in
his
own
affirmation
.
Joseph
seemed
sitting
in
a
sort
of
elysium
alone
,
beside
a
roaring
fire
;
a
quart
of
ale
on
the
table
near
him
,
bristling
with
large
pieces
of
toasted
oat-cake
;
and
his
black
,
short
pipe
in
his
mouth
.
Catherine
ran
to
the
hearth
to
warm
herself
I
asked
if
the
master
was
in
?
My
question
remained
so
long
unanswered
,
that
I
thought
the
old
man
had
grown
deaf
,
and
repeated
it
louder
.
"
Na-ay
!
"
he
snarled
,
or
rather
screamed
through
his
nose
.
"
Na-ay
!
yah
muh
goa
back
whear
yah
coom
frough
.
"
"
Joseph
!
"
cried
a
peevish
voice
,
simultaneously
with
me
,
from
the
inner
room
.
"
How
often
am
I
to
call
you
?
There
are
only
a
few
red
ashes
now
.
Joseph
!
come
this
moment
.
"
Vigorous
puffs
,
and
a
resolute
stare
into
the
grate
declared
he
had
no
ear
for
this
appeal
.
The
housekeeper
and
Hareton
were
invisible
;
one
gone
on
an
errand
,
and
the
other
at
his
work
,
probably
.
We
knew
Linton
's
tones
,
and
entered
.
"
Oh
,
I
hope
you
'll
die
in
a
garret
!
starved
to
death
,
"
said
the
boy
,
mistaking
our
approach
for
that
of
his
negligent
attendant
.
