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Both
doors
and
lattices
were
open
;
and
yet
,
as
is
usually
the
case
in
a
coal
district
,
a
fine
,
red
fire
illumined
the
chimney
:
the
comfort
which
the
eyes
derives
from
it
renders
the
extra
heat
endurable
.
But
the
house
of
Wuthering
Heights
is
so
large
,
that
the
inmates
have
plenty
of
space
for
withdrawing
out
of
its
influence
;
and
accordingly
,
what
inmates
there
were
had
stationed
themselves
not
far
from
one
of
the
windows
.
I
could
both
see
them
and
hear
them
talk
before
I
entered
,
and
looked
and
listened
in
consequence
;
being
moved
thereto
by
a
mingled
sense
of
curiosity
and
envy
,
that
grew
as
I
lingered
.
"
Con-trary
!
"
said
a
voice
as
sweet
as
a
silver
bell
--
"
That
for
the
third
time
,
you
dunce
!
I
'm
not
going
to
tell
you
again
.
Recollect
or
I
'll
pull
your
hair
!
"
Contrary
,
then
,
"
answered
another
,
in
deep
but
softened
tones
.
"
And
now
,
kiss
me
,
for
minding
so
well
.
"
"
No
,
read
it
over
first
correctly
,
without
a
single
mistake
.
"
The
male
speaker
began
to
read
:
he
was
a
young
man
,
respectably
dressed
and
seated
at
a
table
,
having
a
book
before
him
.
His
handsome
features
glowed
with
pleasure
,
and
his
eyes
kept
impatiently
wandering
from
the
page
to
a
small
white
hand
over
his
shoulder
,
which
recalled
him
by
a
smart
slap
on
the
cheek
,
whenever
its
owner
detected
such
signs
of
inattention
.
Its
owner
stood
behind
;
her
light
,
shining
ringlets
blending
,
at
intervals
,
with
his
brown
locks
,
as
she
bent
to
superintend
his
studies
;
and
her
face
--
it
was
lucky
he
could
not
see
her
face
,
or
he
would
never
have
been
so
steady
.
I
could
;
and
I
bit
my
lip
in
spite
,
at
having
thrown
away
the
chance
I
might
have
had
of
doing
something
besides
staring
at
its
smiling
beauty
.
The
task
was
done
,
not
free
from
further
blunders
;
but
the
pupil
claimed
a
reward
,
and
received
at
least
five
kisses
:
which
,
however
,
he
generously
returned
.
Then
they
came
to
the
door
,
and
from
their
conversation
I
judged
they
were
about
to
issue
out
and
have
a
walk
on
the
moors
.
I
supposed
I
should
be
condemned
in
Hareton
Earnshaw
's
heart
,
if
not
by
his
mouth
,
to
the
lowest
pit
in
the
infernal
regions
,
if
I
showed
my
unfortunate
person
in
his
neighborhood
then
;
and
feeling
very
mean
and
malignant
,
I
skulked
round
to
seek
refuge
in
the
kitchen
.
There
was
unobstructed
admittance
on
that
side
also
,
and
at
the
door
sat
my
old
friend
Nelly
Dean
,
sewing
and
singing
a
song
;
which
was
often
interrupted
from
within
by
harsh
words
of
scorn
and
intolerance
,
uttered
in
far
from
musical
accents
.
"
I
'd
rayther
,
by
the
'
haulf
,
hev
'
em
swearing
i
'
my
lugs
fro
'
h
morn
to
neeght
,
nor
hearken
ye
,
hahsiver
!
"
said
the
tenant
of
the
kitchen
,
in
answer
to
an
unheard
speech
of
Nelly
's
.
"
It
's
a
blazing
shame
,
that
I
can
not
oppen
t
'
blessed
Book
,
but
yah
set
up
them
glories
to
Sattan
,
and
all
t
'
flaysome
wickednesses
that
iver
were
born
into
th
'
warld
!
Oh
!
ye'er
a
raight
nowt
;
and
shoo
's
another
;
and
that
poor
lad
'll
be
lost
atween
ye
.
Poor
lad
!
"
he
added
,
with
a
groan
;
"
he
's
witched
:
I
'm
sartin
o
n't
!
O
Lord
,
judge
'
em
,
for
there
's
norther
law
nor
justice
among
wer
rullers
!
"
"
No
!
or
we
should
be
sitting
in
flaming
fagots
,
I
suppose
,
"
retorted
the
singer
.
"
But
wisht
,
old
man
,
and
read
your
Bible
like
a
Christian
,
and
never
mind
me
.
"
This
is
'
Fairy
Annie
's
Wedding
'
--
a
bonny
tune
--
it
goes
to
a
dance
.
"
