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"
Then
you
are
not
afraid
of
death
?
"
I
pursued
.
"
Afraid
?
No
!
"
he
replied
.
"
I
have
neither
a
fear
,
nor
a
presentiment
,
nor
a
hope
of
death
.
Why
should
I
?
With
my
hard
constitution
and
temperate
mode
of
living
,
and
unperilous
occupations
,
I
ought
to
,
and
probably
shall
,
remain
above
ground
till
there
is
scarcely
a
black
hair
on
my
head
And
yet
,
I
can
not
continue
in
this
condition
!
I
have
to
remind
myself
to
breathe
--
almost
to
remind
my
heart
to
beat
!
And
it
is
like
bending
back
a
stiff
spring
:
it
is
by
compulsion
that
I
do
the
slightest
act
not
prompted
by
one
thought
;
and
by
compulsion
that
I
notice
anything
alive
or
dead
,
which
is
not
associated
with
one
universal
idea
.
I
have
a
single
wish
,
and
my
whole
being
and
faculties
are
yearning
to
attain
it
.
They
have
yearned
towards
it
so
long
,
and
so
unwaveringly
,
that
I
'm
convinced
it
will
be
reached
--
and
soon
--
because
it
has
devoured
my
existence
:
I
am
swallowed
up
in
the
anticipation
of
its
fulfillment
.
My
confessions
have
not
relieved
me
;
but
they
may
account
for
some
otherwise
unaccountable
phases
of
humour
which
I
show
.
O
God
!
It
is
a
long
fight
,
I
wish
it
were
over
!
"
He
began
to
pace
the
room
,
muttering
terrible
things
to
himself
,
till
I
was
inclined
to
believe
,
as
he
said
Joseph
did
,
that
conscience
had
turned
his
heart
to
an
earthly
hell
.
I
wondered
greatly
how
it
would
end
.
Though
he
seldom
before
had
revealed
this
state
of
mind
,
even
by
looks
,
it
was
his
habitual
mood
,
I
had
no
doubt
:
he
asserted
it
himself
;
but
not
a
soul
,
from
his
general
bearing
,
would
have
conjectured
the
fact
.
You
did
not
when
you
saw
him
,
Mr.
Lockwood
:
and
at
the
period
of
which
I
speak
he
was
just
the
same
as
then
;
only
fonder
of
continued
solitude
,
and
perhaps
still
more
laconic
in
company
.
For
some
days
after
that
evening
,
Mr.
Heathcliff
shunned
meeting
us
at
meals
;
yet
he
would
not
consent
formally
to
exclude
Hareton
and
Cathy
.
He
had
an
aversion
to
yielding
so
completely
to
his
feelings
,
choosing
rather
to
absent
himself
;
and
eating
once
in
twenty-four
hours
seemed
sufficient
sustenance
for
him
.
One
night
,
after
the
family
were
in
bed
,
I
heard
him
go
downstairs
,
and
out
at
the
front
door
.
I
did
not
hear
him
re-enter
,
and
in
the
morning
I
found
he
was
still
away
.
We
were
in
April
then
:
the
weather
was
sweet
and
warm
,
the
grass
as
green
as
showers
and
sun
could
make
it
,
and
the
two
dwarf
apple
trees
near
the
southern
wall
in
full
bloom
.
After
breakfast
,
Catherine
insisted
on
my
bringing
a
chair
and
sitting
with
my
work
under
the
fir
trees
at
the
end
of
the
house
;
and
she
beguiled
Hareton
,
who
had
perfectly
recovered
from
his
accident
,
to
dig
and
arrange
her
little
garden
,
which
was
shifted
to
that
corner
by
the
influence
of
Joseph
's
complaints
.
I
was
comfortably
revelling
in
the
spring
fragrance
around
,
and
the
beautiful
soft
blue
overhead
,
when
my
young
lady
,
who
had
run
down
near
the
gate
to
procure
some
primrose
roots
for
a
border
,
returned
only
half
laden
,
and
informed
us
that
Mr.
Heathcliff
was
coming
in
.
"
And
he
spoke
to
me
,
"
she
added
with
a
perplexed
countenance
.
"
What
did
he
say
?
"
asked
Hareton
.
"
He
told
me
to
begone
as
fast
as
I
could
,
"
she
answered
.
"
But
he
looked
so
different
from
his
usual
look
that
I
stopped
a
moment
to
stare
at
him
.
"
"
How
?
"
he
enquired
.
"
Why
,
almost
bright
and
cheerful
.
