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"
If
the
little
fiend
had
got
in
at
the
window
,
she
probably
would
have
strangled
me
!
"
I
returned
.
"
I
'm
not
going
to
endure
the
persecutions
of
your
hospitable
ancestors
again
.
Was
not
the
Reverend
Jabes
Branderham
akin
to
you
on
the
mother
's
side
?
And
that
minx
,
Catherine
Linton
,
or
Earnshaw
,
or
however
she
was
called
--
she
must
have
been
a
changeling
--
wicked
little
soul
!
She
told
me
she
had
been
walking
the
earth
those
twenty
years
:
a
just
punishment
for
her
mortal
transgressions
,
I
've
no
doubt
!
"
Scarcely
were
these
words
uttered
,
when
I
recollected
the
association
of
Heathcliff
's
with
Catherine
's
name
in
the
book
,
which
had
completely
slipped
from
my
memory
,
till
thus
awakened
.
I
blushed
at
my
inconsideration
;
but
,
without
showing
further
consciousness
of
the
offence
,
I
hastened
to
add
--
"
The
truth
is
,
sir
,
I
passed
the
first
part
of
the
night
in
"
--
Here
I
stopped
afresh
--
I
was
about
to
say
"
perusing
those
old
volumes
,
"
then
it
would
have
revealed
my
knowledge
of
their
written
,
as
well
as
their
printed
contents
:
so
,
correcting
myself
,
I
went
on
,
"
in
spelling
over
the
name
scratched
on
that
windowledge
.
A
monotonous
occupation
,
calculated
to
set
me
asleep
,
like
counting
,
or
-
"
"
What
can
you
mean
by
talking
in
this
way
to
me
?
"
thundered
Heathcliff
with
savage
vehemence
.
"
How
--
how
dare
you
,
under
my
roof
?
--
God
!
he
's
mad
to
speak
so
!
"
And
he
struck
his
forehead
with
rage
.
I
did
not
know
whether
to
resent
this
language
or
pursue
my
explanation
;
but
he
seemed
so
powerfully
affected
that
I
took
pity
and
proceeded
with
my
dreams
;
affirming
I
had
never
heard
the
appellation
of
"
Catherine
Linton
"
before
,
but
reading
it
often
over
produced
an
impression
which
personified
itself
when
I
had
no
longer
my
imagination
under
control
.
Heathcliff
gradually
fell
back
into
the
shelter
of
the
bed
,
as
I
spoke
;
finally
sitting
down
almost
concealed
behind
it
.
I
guessed
,
however
,
by
his
irregular
and
intercepted
breathing
,
that
he
struggled
to
vanquish
an
excess
of
violent
emotion
.
Not
liking
to
show
him
that
I
had
heard
the
conflict
,
I
continued
my
toilette
rather
noisily
,
looked
at
my
watch
,
and
soliloquised
on
the
length
of
the
night
:
"
Not
three
o'clock
yet
!
I
could
have
taken
oath
it
had
been
six
.
Time
stagnates
here
:
we
must
surely
have
retired
to
rest
at
eight
!
"
"
Always
at
nine
in
winter
,
and
rise
at
four
,
"
said
my
host
,
suppressing
a
groan
:
and
,
as
I
fancied
by
the
motion
of
his
arm
's
shadow
,
dashing
a
tear
from
his
eyes
.
"
Mr.
Lockwood
,
"
he
added
,
"
you
may
go
into
my
room
:
you
'll
only
be
in
the
way
,
coming
downstairs
so
early
;
and
your
childish
outcry
has
sent
sleep
to
the
devil
for
me
.
"
"
And
for
me
,
too
,
"
I
replied
.
"
I
'll
walk
in
the
yard
till
daylight
,
and
then
I
'll
be
off
;
and
you
need
not
dread
a
repetition
of
my
intrusion
.
I
'm
now
quite
cured
of
seeking
pleasure
in
society
,
be
it
country
or
town
.
A
sensible
man
ought
to
find
sufficient
company
in
himself
.
"
"
Delightful
company
!
"
muttered
Heathcliff
.
"
Take
the
candle
,
and
go
where
you
please
.
I
shall
join
you
directly
.
Keep
out
of
the
yard
,
though
,
the
dogs
are
unchained
;
and
the
house
--
Juno
mounts
sentinel
there
,
and
--
nay
,
you
can
only
ramble
about
the
steps
and
passages
.
But
,
away
with
you
!
I
'll
come
in
two
minutes
!
"
I
obeyed
,
so
far
as
to
quit
the
chamber
;
when
,
ignorant
where
the
narrow
lobbies
led
,
I
stood
still
,
and
was
witness
,
involuntarily
,
to
a
piece
of
superstition
on
the
part
of
my
landlord
,
which
belied
,
oddly
,
his
apparent
sense
.
He
got
on
to
the
bed
,
and
wrenched
open
the
lattice
,
bursting
,
as
he
pulled
at
it
,
into
an
uncontrollable
passion
of
tears
.
"
Come
in
!
come
in
!
"
he
sobbed
.
"
Cathy
,
do
come
.
Oh
do
--
once
more
!
Oh
!
my
heart
's
darling
;
hear
me
this
time
,
Catherine
,
at
last
!
"
The
spectre
showed
a
spectre
's
ordinary
caprice
:
it
gave
no
sign
of
being
;
but
the
snow
and
wind
whirled
wildly
through
even
reaching
my
station
,
and
blowing
out
the
light
.
