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"
Be
patient
,
"
he
replied
:
"
I
'll
send
up
your
breakfast
in
a
while
.
"
I
thumped
on
the
panels
,
and
rattled
the
latch
angrily
;
and
Catherine
asked
why
I
was
still
shut
up
?
He
answered
,
I
must
try
to
endure
it
another
hour
,
and
they
went
away
.
I
endured
it
two
or
three
hours
;
at
length
,
I
heard
a
footstep
:
not
Heathcliff
's
.
"
I
've
brought
you
something
to
eat
,
"
said
a
voice
;
"
oppen
t
'
door
!
"
Complying
eagerly
,
I
beheld
Hareton
,
laden
with
food
enough
to
last
me
all
day
.
"
Take
it
,
"
he
added
,
thrusting
the
tray
into
my
hand
.
"
Stay
one
minute
,
"
I
began
.
"
Nay
,
"
cried
he
,
and
retired
,
regardless
of
any
prayers
I
could
pour
forth
to
detain
him
.
And
there
I
remained
enclosed
the
whole
day
,
and
the
whole
of
the
next
night
;
and
another
,
and
another
Five
nights
and
four
days
I
remained
,
altogether
,
seeing
nobody
but
Hareton
,
once
every
morning
;
and
he
was
a
model
of
a
gaoler
:
surly
,
and
dumb
,
and
deaf
to
every
attempt
at
moving
his
sense
of
justice
or
compassion
.
On
the
fifth
morning
,
or
rather
afternoon
,
a
different
step
approached
--
lighter
and
shorter
;
and
,
this
time
,
the
person
entered
the
room
.
--
It
was
Zillah
;
donned
in
her
scarlet
shawl
,
with
a
black
silk
bonnet
on
her
head
,
and
a
willow
basket
swung
to
her
arm
.
