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"
'
We
know
that
!
'
answered
Heathcliff
;
'
but
his
life
is
not
worth
a
farthing
,
and
I
wo
n't
spend
a
farthing
on
him
.
'
"
'
But
I
can
not
tell
how
to
do
,
'
she
said
;
'
and
if
no
body
will
help
me
,
he
'll
die
!
'
"
'
Walk
out
of
the
room
,
'
cried
the
master
,
'
and
let
me
never
hear
a
word
more
about
him
!
None
here
care
what
becomes
of
him
;
if
you
do
,
act
the
nurse
;
if
you
do
not
,
lock
him
up
and
leave
him
.
'
"
Then
she
began
to
bother
me
,
and
I
said
I
'd
had
enough
plague
with
the
tiresome
thing
;
we
each
had
our
tasks
,
and
hers
was
to
wait
on
Linton
,
Mr.
Heathcliff
bid
me
leave
that
labour
to
her
.
"
How
they
managed
together
,
I
ca
n't
tell
.
I
fancy
he
fretted
a
great
deal
,
and
moaned
hisseln
night
and
day
;
and
she
had
precious
little
rest
:
one
could
guess
by
her
white
face
and
heavy
eyes
.
She
sometimes
came
into
the
kitchen
all
wildered
like
,
and
looked
as
if
she
would
fain
beg
assistance
;
but
I
was
not
going
to
disobey
the
master
:
I
never
dare
disobey
him
,
Mrs.
Dean
;
and
,
though
I
thought
it
wrong
that
Kenneth
should
not
be
sent
for
,
it
was
no
concern
of
mine
either
to
advise
or
complain
,
and
I
always
refused
to
meddle
.
Once
or
twice
,
after
we
had
gone
to
bed
,
I
've
happened
to
open
my
door
again
and
seen
her
sitting
crying
on
the
stairs
'
top
;
and
then
I
've
shut
myself
in
quick
,
for
fear
of
being
moved
to
interfere
.
I
did
pity
her
then
,
I
'm
sure
:
still
I
did
n't
wish
to
lose
my
place
,
you
know
.
"
At
last
,
one
night
she
came
boldly
into
my
chamber
,
and
frightened
me
out
of
my
wits
,
by
saying
:
"
'
Tell
Mr.
Heathcliff
that
his
son
is
dying
--
I
'm
sure
he
is
,
this
time
.
Get
up
,
instantly
,
and
tell
him
.
'
"
Having
uttered
this
speech
,
she
vanished
again
.
I
lay
a
quarter
of
an
hour
listening
and
trembling
.
Nothing
stirred
--
the
house
was
quiet
.
"
She
's
mistaken
,
I
said
to
myself
.
He
's
got
over
it
.
I
need
n't
disturb
them
;
and
I
began
to
doze
.
But
my
sleep
was
marred
a
second
time
by
a
sharp
ringing
of
the
bell
--
the
only
bell
we
have
,
put
up
on
purpose
for
Linton
;
and
the
master
called
to
me
to
see
what
was
the
matter
,
and
inform
them
that
he
would
n't
have
that
noise
repeated
.
