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He
took
the
one
I
had
away
,
and
ordered
her
to
resign
hers
to
me
;
she
refused
,
and
he
--
he
struck
her
down
,
and
wrenched
it
off
the
chain
,
and
crushed
it
with
his
foot
.
"
"
And
were
you
pleased
to
see
her
struck
?
"
I
asked
:
having
my
designs
in
encouraging
his
talk
.
"
I
winked
,
"
he
answered
:
"
I
wink
to
see
my
father
strike
a
dog
or
a
horse
.
he
does
it
so
hard
.
Yet
I
was
glad
at
first
--
she
deserved
punishing
for
pushing
me
:
but
when
papa
was
gone
,
she
made
me
come
to
the
window
and
showed
me
her
cheek
cut
on
the
inside
,
against
her
teeth
,
and
her
mouth
filling
with
blood
;
and
then
she
gathered
up
the
bits
of
the
picture
,
and
went
and
sat
down
with
her
face
to
the
wall
,
and
she
has
never
spoken
to
me
since
:
and
I
sometimes
think
she
ca
n't
speak
for
pain
.
I
do
n't
like
to
think
so
;
but
she
's
a
naughty
thing
for
crying
continually
;
and
she
looks
so
pale
and
wild
,
I
'm
afraid
of
her
.
"
"
And
you
can
get
the
key
if
you
choose
?
"
I
said
.
"
Yes
,
when
I
'm
upstairs
,
"
he
answered
;
"
but
I
ca
n't
walk
upstairs
now
.
"
"
In
what
apartment
is
it
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Oh
,
"
he
cried
,
"
I
sha
n't
tell
you
where
it
is
!
It
is
our
secret
.
Nobody
,
neither
Hareton
nor
Zillah
,
is
to
know
.
There
!
you
've
tired
me
--
go
away
,
go
away
!
"
And
he
turned
his
face
on
to
his
arm
,
and
shut
his
eyes
again
.
I
considered
it
best
to
depart
without
seeing
Mr.
Heathcliff
,
and
bring
a
rescue
for
my
young
lady
from
the
Grange
.
On
reaching
it
,
the
astonishment
of
my
fellow-servants
to
see
me
,
and
their
joy
also
,
was
intense
;
and
when
they
heard
that
their
little
mistress
was
safe
,
two
or
three
were
about
to
hurry
up
and
shout
the
news
at
Mr.
Edgar
's
door
:
but
I
bespoke
the
announcement
of
it
,
myself
.
How
changed
I
found
him
,
even
in
those
few
days
!
He
lay
an
image
of
sadness
and
resignation
waiting
his
death
.
Very
young
he
looked
;
though
his
actual
age
was
thirty-nine
,
one
would
have
called
him
ten
years
younger
,
at
least
.
He
thought
of
Catherine
;
for
he
murmured
her
name
.
I
touched
his
hand
,
and
spoke
.
"
Catherine
is
coming
,
dear
master
!
"
I
whispered
;
"
she
is
alive
and
well
;
and
will
be
here
,
I
hope
,
to-night
.
"
