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"
It
is
a
poor
conclusion
,
is
it
not
?
"
he
observed
,
having
brooded
a
while
on
the
scene
he
had
just
witnessed
:
"
an
absurd
termination
to
my
violent
exertions
?
I
get
levers
and
mattocks
to
demolish
the
two
houses
,
and
train
myself
to
be
capable
of
working
like
Hercules
,
and
when
everything
is
ready
and
in
my
power
,
I
find
the
will
to
lift
a
slate
off
either
roof
has
vanished
!
My
old
enemies
have
not
beaten
me
;
now
would
be
the
precise
time
to
revenge
myself
on
their
representatives
:
I
could
do
it
;
and
none
could
hinder
me
.
But
where
is
the
use
?
I
do
n't
care
for
striking
;
I
ca
n't
take
the
trouble
to
raise
my
hand
!
That
sounds
as
if
I
had
been
labouring
the
whole
time
only
to
exhibit
a
fine
trait
of
magnanimity
.
It
is
far
from
being
the
case
:
I
have
lost
the
faculty
of
enjoying
their
destruction
,
and
I
am
too
idle
to
destroy
for
nothing
.
"
Nelly
,
there
is
a
strange
change
approaching
:
I
'm
in
its
shadow
at
present
.
I
take
so
little
interest
in
my
daily
life
,
that
I
hardly
remember
to
eat
and
drink
.
Those
two
who
have
left
the
room
are
the
only
objects
which
retain
a
distinct
material
appearance
to
me
;
and
that
appearance
causes
me
pain
,
amounting
to
agony
.
About
her
I
wo
n't
speak
;
and
I
do
n't
desire
to
think
;
but
I
earnestly
wish
she
were
invisible
:
her
presence
invokes
only
maddening
sensations
.
He
moves
me
differently
:
and
yet
if
I
could
do
it
without
seeming
insane
,
I
'd
never
see
him
again
.
You
'll
perhaps
think
me
rather
inclined
to
become
so
,
"
he
added
,
making
an
effort
to
smile
,
"
if
I
try
to
describe
the
thousand
forms
of
past
associations
and
ideas
he
awakens
or
embodies
.
But
you
'll
not
talk
of
what
I
tell
you
;
and
my
mind
is
so
eternally
secluded
in
itself
,
it
is
tempting
at
last
to
turn
it
out
to
another
.
"
Five
minutes
ago
,
Hareton
seemed
a
personification
of
my
youth
,
not
a
human
being
:
I
felt
to
him
in
such
a
variety
of
ways
,
that
it
would
have
been
impossible
to
have
accosted
him
rationally
.
In
the
first
place
,
his
startling
likeness
to
Catherine
connected
him
fearfully
with
her
.
That
,
however
,
which
you
may
suppose
the
most
potent
to
arrest
my
imagination
,
is
actually
the
least
:
for
what
is
not
connected
with
her
to
me
?
and
what
does
not
recall
her
?
I
can
not
look
down
to
this
floor
,
but
her
features
are
shaped
in
the
flags
!
In
every
cloud
,
in
every
tree
--
filling
the
air
at
night
,
and
caught
by
glimpses
in
every
object
by
day
--
I
am
surrounded
with
her
image
!
The
most
ordinary
faces
of
men
and
women
--
my
own
features
--
mock
me
with
a
resemblance
.
The
entire
world
is
a
dreadful
collection
of
memoranda
that
she
did
exist
,
and
that
I
have
lost
her
!
Well
,
Hareton
's
aspect
was
the
ghost
of
my
immortal
love
;
of
my
wild
endeavours
to
hold
my
right
;
my
degradation
,
my
pride
,
my
happiness
,
and
my
anguish
:
"
But
it
is
frenzy
to
repeat
these
thoughts
to
you
:
only
it
will
let
you
know
why
,
with
a
reluctance
to
be
always
alone
,
his
society
is
no
benefit
;
rather
an
aggravation
of
the
constant
torment
I
suffer
;
and
it
partly
contributes
to
render
me
regardless
how
he
and
his
cousin
go
on
together
.
I
can
give
them
no
attention
,
any
more
.
"
"
But
what
do
you
mean
by
a
change
,
Mr.
Heathcliff
?
"
I
said
,
alarmed
at
his
manner
:
though
he
was
neither
in
danger
of
losing
his
senses
,
nor
dying
,
according
to
my
judgment
:
he
was
quite
strong
and
healthy
:
and
,
as
to
his
reason
,
from
childhood
he
had
a
delight
in
dwelling
on
dark
things
,
and
entertaining
odd
fancies
.
He
might
have
had
a
monomania
on
the
subject
of
his
departed
idol
;
but
on
every
other
point
his
wits
were
as
sound
as
mine
.
"
I
shall
not
know
that
till
it
comes
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
'm
only
half
conscious
of
it
now
.
"
"
You
have
no
feelings
of
illness
,
have
you
?
"
I
asked
.
"
No
,
Nelly
,
I
have
not
,
"
he
answered
.
