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"
He
must
have
had
some
ups
and
downs
in
life
to
make
him
such
a
churl
.
Do
you
know
anything
of
his
history
?
"
"
It
's
a
cuckoo
's
,
sir
--
I
know
all
about
it
:
except
where
he
was
born
,
and
who
were
his
parents
,
and
how
he
got
his
money
,
at
first
.
And
Hareton
has
been
cast
out
like
an
unfledged
dunnock
!
The
unfortunate
lad
is
the
only
one
in
all
this
parish
that
does
not
guess
how
he
has
been
cheated
.
"
"
Well
,
Mrs.
Dean
,
it
will
be
a
charitable
deed
to
tell
me
something
of
my
neighbours
:
I
feel
I
shall
not
rest
,
if
I
go
to
bed
;
so
be
good
enough
to
sit
and
chat
an
hour
.
"
"
Oh
,
certainly
,
sir
!
I
'll
just
fetch
a
little
sewing
,
and
then
I
'll
sit
as
long
as
you
please
.
But
you
've
caught
cold
:
I
saw
you
shivering
,
and
you
must
have
some
gruel
to
drive
it
out
.
"
The
worthy
woman
bustled
off
,
and
I
crouched
nearer
the
fire
;
my
head
felt
hot
,
and
the
rest
of
me
chill
:
moreover
,
I
was
excited
,
almost
to
a
pitch
of
foolishness
,
through
my
nerves
and
brain
.
This
caused
me
to
feel
,
not
uncomfortable
,
but
rather
fearful
(
as
I
am
still
)
of
serious
effects
from
the
incidents
of
to-day
and
yesterday
.
She
returned
presently
,
bringing
a
smoking
basin
and
a
basket
of
work
;
and
,
having
placed
the
former
on
the
hob
,
drew
in
her
seat
,
evidently
pleased
to
find
me
so
companionable
.
Before
I
came
to
live
here
,
she
commenced
--
waiting
no
farther
invitation
to
her
story
--
I
was
almost
always
at
Wuthering
Heights
;
because
my
mother
had
nursed
Mr.
Hindley
Earnshaw
,
that
was
Hareton
's
father
,
and
I
got
used
to
playing
with
the
children
:
I
ran
errands
too
,
and
helped
to
make
hay
,
and
hung
about
the
farm
ready
for
anything
that
anybody
would
set
me
to
.
One
fine
summer
morning
--
it
was
the
beginning
of
harvest
,
I
remember
--
Mr.
Earnshaw
,
the
old
master
,
came
downstairs
,
dressed
for
a
journey
;
and
after
he
had
told
Joseph
what
was
to
be
done
during
the
day
,
he
turned
to
Hindley
,
and
Cathy
,
and
me
--
for
I
sat
eating
my
porridge
with
them
--
and
he
said
,
speaking
to
his
son
,
"
Now
my
bonny
man
,
I
'm
going
to
Liverpool
today
,
what
shall
I
bring
you
?
You
may
choose
what
you
like
:
only
let
it
be
little
,
for
I
shall
walk
there
and
back
:
sixty
miles
each
way
,
that
is
a
long
spell
!
"
Hindley
named
a
fiddle
,
and
then
he
asked
Miss
Cathy
;
she
was
hardly
six
years
old
,
but
she
could
ride
any
horse
in
the
stable
,
and
she
chose
a
whip
.
He
did
not
forget
me
;
for
he
had
a
kind
heart
,
though
he
was
rather
severe
sometimes
.
He
promised
to
bring
me
a
pocketful
of
apples
and
pears
,
and
then
he
kissed
his
children
,
said
good-bye
,
and
set
off
.
It
seemed
a
long
while
to
us
all
--
the
three
days
of
his
absence
--
and
often
did
little
Cathy
ask
when
he
would
be
home
.
Mrs.
Earnshaw
expected
him
by
supper-time
on
the
third
evening
,
and
she
put
the
meal
off
hour
after
hour
;
there
were
no
signs
of
his
coming
,
however
,
and
at
last
the
children
got
tired
of
running
down
to
the
gate
to
look
.
Then
it
grew
dark
;
she
would
have
had
them
to
bed
,
but
they
begged
sadly
to
be
allowed
to
stay
up
;
and
,
just
about
eleven
o'clock
,
the
doorlatch
was
raised
quietly
and
in
stepped
the
master
.
He
threw
himself
into
a
chair
,
laughing
and
groaning
,
and
bid
them
all
stand
off
,
for
he
was
nearly
killed
--
he
would
not
have
such
another
walk
for
the
three
kingdoms
.
"
And
at
the
end
of
it
,
to
be
flighted
to
death
!
"
he
said
,
opening
his
great-coat
,
which
he
held
bundled
up
in
his
arms
.
"
See
here
,
wife
!
I
was
never
so
beaten
with
anything
in
my
life
:
but
you
must
e
'
en
take
it
as
a
gift
of
God
;
though
it
's
as
dark
almost
as
if
it
came
from
the
devil
.
"
We
crowded
round
,
and
over
Miss
Cathy
's
head
,
I
had
a
peep
at
a
dirty
,
ragged
,
black-haired
child
;
big
enough
both
to
walk
and
talk
:
indeed
,
its
face
looked
older
than
Catherine
's
;
yet
,
when
it
was
set
on
its
feet
,
it
only
stared
round
,
and
repeated
over
and
over
again
some
gibberish
,
that
nobody
could
understand
.
I
was
frightened
,
and
Mrs.
Earnshaw
was
ready
to
fling
it
out
of
doors
:
she
did
fly
up
,
asking
how
he
could
fashion
to
bring
that
gypsy
brat
into
the
house
,
when
they
had
their
own
bairns
to
feed
and
fend
for
?
What
he
meant
to
do
with
it
,
and
whether
he
were
mad
?
The
master
tried
to
explain
the
matter
;
but
he
was
really
half
dead
with
fatigue
,
and
all
that
I
could
make
out
,
amongst
her
scolding
,
was
a
tale
of
his
seeing
it
starving
,
and
houseless
,
and
as
good
as
dumb
,
in
the
streets
of
Liverpool
,
where
he
picked
it
up
and
enquired
for
its
owner
.
Not
a
soul
knew
to
whom
it
belonged
,
he
said
;
and
his
money
and
time
being
both
limited
,
he
thought
it
better
to
take
it
home
with
him
at
once
,
than
run
into
vain
expenses
there
:
because
he
was
determined
he
would
not
leave
it
as
he
found
it
.
Well
,
the
conclusion
was
that
my
mistress
grumbled
herself
calm
;
and
Mr.
Earnshaw
told
me
to
wash
it
,
and
give
it
clean
things
,
and
let
it
sleep
with
the
children
.
