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"
Thou
art
the
man
!
"
cried
Jabes
,
after
a
solemn
pause
,
leaning
over
his
cushion
.
"
Seventy
times
seven
times
didst
thou
gapingly
contort
thy
visage
--
seventy
times
seven
did
I
take
counsel
with
my
soul
--
Lo
,
this
is
human
weakness
:
this
also
may
be
absolved
!
The
First
of
the
Seventy-First
is
come
.
Brethren
,
execute
upon
him
the
judgment
written
.
Such
honour
have
all
His
saints
!
"
With
that
concluding
word
,
the
whole
assembly
,
exalting
their
pilgrim
's
staves
,
rushed
round
me
in
a
body
;
and
I
,
having
no
weapon
to
raise
in
self-defense
,
commenced
grappling
with
Joseph
,
my
nearest
and
most
ferocious
assailant
,
for
his
.
In
the
confluence
of
the
multitude
,
several
clubs
crossed
;
blows
,
aimed
at
me
,
fell
on
other
sconces
.
Presently
the
whole
chapel
resounded
with
rappings
and
counter-rappings
:
every
man
's
hand
was
against
his
neighbour
;
and
Branderham
,
unwilling
to
remain
idle
,
poured
forth
his
zeal
in
a
shower
of
loud
taps
on
the
boards
of
the
pulpit
,
which
responded
so
smartly
that
,
at
last
,
to
my
unspeakable
relief
,
they
woke
me
.
And
what
was
it
that
had
suggested
the
tremendous
tumult
?
What
had
played
Jabes
's
part
in
the
row
?
Merely
,
the
branch
of
a
fir-tree
that
touched
my
lattice
,
as
the
blast
wailed
by
,
and
rattled
its
dry
cones
against
the
panes
!
I
listened
doubtingly
an
instant
;
detected
the
disturber
,
then
turned
and
dozed
,
and
dreamt
again
:
if
possible
,
still
more
disagreeably
than
before
.
This
time
,
I
remembered
I
was
lying
in
the
oak
closet
,
and
I
heard
distinctly
the
gusty
wind
,
and
the
driving
of
the
snow
;
I
heard
,
also
,
the
fir-bough
repeat
its
teasing
sound
,
and
ascribed
it
to
the
right
cause
:
but
it
annoyed
me
so
much
,
that
I
resolved
to
silence
it
,
if
possible
;
and
,
I
thought
,
I
rose
and
endeavoured
to
unhasp
the
casement
.
The
hook
was
soldered
into
the
staple
:
a
circumstance
observed
by
me
when
awake
,
but
forgotten
.
"
I
must
stop
it
,
nevertheless
!
"
I
muttered
,
knocking
my
knuckles
through
the
glass
,
and
stretching
an
arm
out
to
seize
the
importunate
branch
;
instead
of
which
,
my
fingers
closed
on
the
fingers
of
a
little
,
ice-cold
hand
!
The
intense
horror
of
nightmare
came
over
me
:
I
tried
to
draw
back
my
arm
,
but
the
hand
clung
to
it
,
and
a
most
melancholy
voice
sobbed
,
"
Let
me
in
--
let
me
in
!
"
"
Who
are
you
?
"
I
asked
,
struggling
,
meanwhile
,
to
disengage
myself
.
"
Catherine
Linton
,
"
it
replied
,
shiveringly
(
why
did
I
think
of
Linton
?
I
had
read
Earnshaw
twenty
times
for
Linton
)
;
"
I
'm
come
home
:
I
'd
lost
my
way
on
the
moor
!
"
As
it
spoke
,
I
discerned
,
obscurely
,
a
child
's
face
looking
through
the
window
.
Terror
made
me
cruel
;
and
,
finding
it
useless
to
attempt
shaking
the
creature
off
,
I
pulled
its
wrist
on
to
the
broken
pane
,
and
rubbed
it
to
and
fro
till
the
blood
ran
down
and
soaked
the
bedclothes
:
still
it
wailed
,
"
Let
me
in
!
"
and
maintained
its
tenacious
grip
,
almost
maddening
me
with
fear
.
"
How
can
I
?
"
I
said
at
length
.
"
Let
me
go
,
if
you
want
me
to
let
you
in
!
"
The
fingers
relaxed
,
I
snatched
mine
through
the
hole
,
hurriedly
piled
the
books
up
in
a
pyramid
against
it
,
and
stopped
my
ears
to
exclude
the
lamentable
prayer
.
I
seemed
to
keep
them
closed
above
a
quarter
of
an
hour
;
yet
,
the
instant
I
listened
again
,
there
was
the
doleful
cry
moaning
on
!
"
Begone
!
"
I
shouted
,
"
I
'll
never
let
you
in
,
not
if
you
beg
for
twenty
years
.
"
"
It
is
twenty
years
,
"
mourned
the
voice
:
"
twenty
years
.
I
've
been
a
waif
for
twenty
years
!
"
Thereat
began
a
feeble
scratching
outside
,
and
the
pile
of
books
moved
as
if
thrust
forward
.
I
tried
to
jump
up
;
but
could
not
stir
a
limb
;
and
so
yelled
aloud
,
in
a
frenzy
of
fright
.
To
my
confusion
,
I
discovered
the
yell
was
not
ideal
:
hasty
footsteps
approached
my
chamber
door
;
somebody
pushed
it
open
,
with
a
vigorous
hand
,
and
a
light
glimmered
through
the
squares
at
the
top
of
the
bed
.
I
sat
shuddering
yet
,
and
wiping
the
perspiration
from
my
forehead
:
the
intruder
appeared
to
hesitate
,
and
muttered
to
himself
.
At
last
,
he
said
in
a
half-whisper
,
plainly
not
expecting
an
answer
,
"
Is
anyone
here
?
"
I
considered
it
best
to
confess
my
presence
;
for
I
knew
Heathcliff
's
accents
,
and
feared
he
might
search
further
,
if
I
kept
quiet
.
With
this
intention
,
I
turned
and
opened
the
panels
.
I
shall
not
soon
forget
the
effect
my
action
produced
.
Heathcliff
stood
near
the
entrance
in
his
shirt
and
trousers
:
with
a
candle
dripping
over
his
fingers
,
and
his
face
as
white
as
the
wall
behind
him
.
The
first
creak
of
the
oak
startled
him
like
an
electric
shock
!
the
light
leaped
from
his
hold
to
a
distance
of
some
feet
,
and
his
agitation
was
so
extreme
,
that
he
could
hardly
pick
it
up
.
"
It
is
only
your
guest
,
sir
,
"
I
called
out
,
desirous
to
spare
him
the
humiliation
of
exposing
his
cowardice
further
.
"
I
had
the
misfortune
to
scream
in
my
sleep
,
owing
to
a
frightful
nightmare
.
I
'm
sorry
I
disturbed
you
.
"
"
Oh
,
God
confound
you
,
Mr.
Lockwood
!
I
wish
you
were
at
the
-
"
commenced
my
host
,
setting
the
candle
on
a
chair
,
because
he
found
it
impossible
to
hold
it
steady
.
"
And
who
showed
you
up
into
this
room
?
"
he
continued
,
crushing
his
nails
into
his
palms
,
and
grinding
his
teeth
to
subdue
the
maxillary
convulsions
.
"
Who
was
it
?
I
've
a
good
mind
to
turn
them
out
of
the
house
this
moment
!
"
"
It
was
your
servant
,
Zillah
,
"
I
replied
,
flinging
myself
on
to
the
floor
,
and
rapidly
resuming
my
garments
.
"
I
should
not
care
if
you
did
,
Mr.
Heathcliff
;
she
richly
deserves
it
.
I
suppose
that
she
wanted
to
get
another
proof
that
the
place
was
haunted
,
at
my
expense
.
Well
,
it
is
--
swarming
with
ghosts
and
goblins
!
You
have
reason
in
shutting
it
up
,
I
assure
you
.
No
one
will
thank
you
for
a
doze
in
such
a
den
!
"
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
asked
Heathcliff
,
"
and
what
are
you
doing
?
Lie
down
and
finish
out
the
night
,
since
you
are
here
;
but
,
for
Heaven
's
sake
!
do
n't
repeat
that
horrid
noise
;
nothing
could
excuse
it
,
unless
you
were
having
your
throat
cut
!
"
