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"

How

dreary

life

gets

over

in

that

house

!

"

I

reflected

,

while

riding

down

the

road

.

"

What

a

realisation

of

something

more

romantic

than

a

fairy

tale

it

would

have

been

for

Mrs.

Linton

Heathcliff

,

had

she

and

I

struck

up

an

attachment

,

as

her

good

nurse

desired

,

and

migrated

together

into

the

stirring

atmosphere

of

the

town

!

"

1802

--

This

September

I

was

invited

to

devastate

the

moors

of

a

friend

in

the

north

,

and

on

my

journey

to

his

abode

,

I

unexpectedly

came

within

fifteen

miles

of

Gimmerton

.

The

'

ostler

at

a

roadside

public

house

was

holding

a

pail

of

water

to

refresh

my

horses

,

when

a

cart

of

very

green

oats

,

newly

reaped

,

passed

by

,

and

he

remarked

:

"

Yon

's

frough

Gimmerton

,

nah

!

They

're

allas

three

wick

after

other

folk

wi

'

ther

harvest

.

"

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"

Gimmerton

?

"

I

repeated

--

my

residence

in

that

locality

had

already

grown

dim

and

dreamy

.

"

Ah

!

I

know

.

How

far

is

it

from

this

?

"

"

Happen

fourteen

mile

o'er

th

'

hills

;

and

a

rough

road

,

"

he

answered

.

A

sudden

impulse

seized

me

to

visit

Thrushcross

Grange

.

It

was

scarcely

noon

,

and

I

conceived

that

I

might

as

well

pass

the

night

under

my

own

roof

as

in

an

inn

.

Besides

,

I

could

spare

a

day

easily

to

arrange

matters

with

my

landlord

,

and

thus

save

myself

the

trouble

of

invading

the

neighbourhood

again

.

Having

rested

awhile

,

I

directed

my

servant

to

enquire

the

way

to

the

village

;

and

,

with

great

fatigue

to

our

beasts

,

we

managed

the

distance

in

some

three

hours

.

I

left

him

there

,

and

proceeded

down

the

valley

alone

.

The

grey

church

looked

grayer

,

and

the

lonely

churchyard

lonelier

.

I

distinguished

a

moor

sheep

cropping

the

short

turf

on

the

graves

.

It

was

sweet

,

warm

weather

--

too

warm

for

travelling

;

but

the

heat

did

not

hinder

me

from

enjoying

the

delightful

scenery

above

and

below

:

had

I

seen

it

nearer

August

,

I

'm

sure

it

would

have

tempted

me

to

waste

a

month

among

its

solitudes

.

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In

winter

nothing

more

dreary

,

in

summer

nothing

more

divine

,

than

those

glens

shut

in

by

hills

,

and

those

bluff

,

bold

swells

of

heath

.

I

reached

the

Grange

before

sunset

,

and

knocked

for

admittance

;

but

the

family

had

retreated

into

the

back

premises

,

I

judged

,

by

one

thin

,

blue

wreath

curling

from

the

kitchen

chimney

,

and

they

did

not

hear

.

I

rode

into

the

court

.

Under

the

porch

,

a

girl

of

nine

or

ten

sat

knitting

,

and

an

old

woman

reclined

on

the

housesteps

,

smoking

a

meditative

pipe

.

"

Is

Mrs.

Dean

within

?

"

I

demanded

of

the

dame

.

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