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It
was
the
same
room
into
which
he
had
been
ushered
,
as
a
guest
,
eighteen
years
before
:
the
same
moon
shone
through
the
window
;
and
the
same
autumn
landscape
lay
outside
.
We
had
not
yet
lighted
a
candle
,
but
all
the
apartment
was
visible
,
even
to
the
portraits
on
the
wall
:
the
splendid
head
of
Mrs.
Linton
,
and
the
graceful
one
of
her
husband
.
Heathcliff
advanced
to
the
hearth
.
Time
had
little
altered
his
person
either
.
There
was
the
same
man
:
his
dark
face
rather
sallower
and
more
composed
,
his
frame
a
stone
or
two
heavier
,
perhaps
,
and
no
other
difference
.
Catherine
had
risen
,
with
an
impulse
to
dash
out
,
when
she
saw
him
.
"
Stop
!
"
he
said
,
arresting
her
by
the
arm
.
"
No
more
runnings
away
!
Where
would
you
go
?
I
'm
come
to
fetch
you
home
;
and
I
hope
you
'll
be
a
dutiful
daughter
,
and
not
encourage
my
son
to
further
disobedience
.
I
was
embarrassed
how
to
punish
him
when
I
discovered
his
part
in
the
business
:
he
's
such
a
cobweb
,
a
pinch
would
annihilate
him
;
but
you
'll
see
by
his
look
that
he
has
received
his
due
!
I
brought
him
down
one
evening
,
the
day
before
yesterday
,
and
just
set
him
in
a
chair
,
and
never
touched
him
afterwards
.
I
sent
Hareton
out
,
and
we
had
the
room
to
ourselves
.
In
two
hours
,
I
called
Joseph
to
carry
him
up
again
;
and
since
then
my
presence
is
as
potent
on
his
nerves
as
a
ghost
;
and
I
fancy
he
sees
me
often
,
though
I
am
not
near
.
Hareton
says
he
wakes
and
shrieks
in
the
night
by
the
hour
together
,
and
calls
you
to
protect
him
from
me
;
and
,
whether
you
like
your
precious
mate
or
not
,
you
must
come
;
he
's
your
concern
now
;
I
yield
all
my
interest
in
him
to
you
.
"
"
Why
not
let
Catherine
continue
here
?
"
I
pleaded
,
"
and
send
Master
Linton
to
her
.
As
you
hate
them
both
,
you
'd
not
miss
them
:
they
can
only
be
a
daily
plague
to
your
unnatural
heart
.
"
"
I
'm
seeking
a
tenant
for
the
Grange
,
"
he
answered
;
"
and
I
want
my
children
about
me
,
to
be
sure
.
Besides
,
that
lass
owes
me
her
services
for
her
bread
.
I
'm
not
going
to
nurture
her
in
luxury
and
idleness
after
Linton
has
gone
.
Make
haste
and
get
ready
,
now
;
and
do
n't
oblige
me
to
compel
you
.
"
"
I
shall
,
"
said
Catherine
.
"
Linton
is
all
I
have
to
love
in
the
world
,
and
though
you
have
done
what
you
could
to
make
him
hateful
to
me
,
and
me
to
him
,
you
can
not
make
us
hate
each
other
.
And
I
defy
you
to
hurt
him
when
I
am
by
,
and
I
defy
you
to
frighten
me
!
"
"
You
are
a
boastful
champion
,
"
replied
Heathcliff
;
"
but
I
do
n't
like
you
well
enough
to
hurt
him
:
you
shall
get
the
full
benefit
of
the
torment
,
as
long
as
it
lasts
.
It
is
not
I
who
will
make
him
hateful
to
you
--
it
is
his
own
sweet
spirit
.
He
's
as
bitter
as
gall
at
your
desertion
and
its
consequences
:
do
n't
expect
thanks
for
this
noble
devotion
.
I
heard
him
draw
a
pleasant
picture
to
Zillah
of
what
he
would
do
if
he
were
as
strong
as
I
:
the
inclination
is
there
,
and
his
very
weakness
will
sharpen
his
wits
to
find
a
substitute
for
strength
.
"
"
I
know
he
has
a
bad
nature
,
"
said
Catherine
:
"
he
's
your
son
.
But
I
'm
glad
I
've
a
better
,
to
forgive
it
;
and
I
know
he
loves
me
,
and
for
that
reason
I
love
him
.
Mr.
Heathcliff
,
you
have
nobody
to
love
you
;
and
,
however
miserable
you
make
us
,
we
shall
still
have
the
revenge
of
thinking
that
your
cruelty
arises
from
your
greater
misery
.
You
are
miserable
,
are
you
not
?
Lonely
,
like
the
devil
,
and
envious
like
him
?
Nobody
loves
you
--
nobody
will
cry
for
you
when
you
die
!
I
would
n't
be
you
!
"
