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"
Is
there
same
new
reason
for
this
banishment
?
"
I
enquired
.
"
Tell
me
why
you
are
so
queer
,
Mr.
Heathcliff
?
Where
were
you
last
night
?
I
'm
not
putting
the
question
through
idle
curiosity
,
but
-
"
"
You
are
putting
the
question
through
very
idle
curiosity
,
"
he
interrupted
,
with
a
laugh
.
"
Yet
,
I
'll
answer
it
.
Last
night
I
was
on
the
threshold
of
hell
.
To-day
,
I
am
within
sight
of
my
heaven
.
I
have
my
eyes
on
it
:
hardly
three
feet
to
sever
me
!
And
now
you
'd
better
go
!
You
'll
neither
see
nor
hear
anything
to
frighten
you
,
if
you
refrain
from
prying
.
"
Having
swept
the
hearth
and
wiped
the
table
,
I
departed
;
more
perplexed
than
ever
.
He
did
not
quit
the
house
again
that
afternoon
,
and
no
one
intruded
on
his
solitude
;
till
,
at
eight
o'clock
,
I
deemed
it
proper
,
though
unsummoned
,
to
carry
a
candle
and
his
supper
to
him
.
He
was
leaning
against
the
ledge
of
an
open
lattice
,
but
not
looking
out
:
his
face
was
turned
to
the
interior
gloom
.
The
fire
had
smouldered
to
ashes
;
the
room
was
filled
with
the
damp
,
mild
air
of
the
cloudy
evening
;
and
so
still
,
that
not
only
the
murmur
of
the
beck
down
Gimmerton
was
distinguishable
,
but
its
ripples
and
its
gurgling
over
the
pebbles
,
or
through
the
large
stones
which
it
could
not
cover
.
I
uttered
an
ejaculation
of
discontent
at
seeing
the
dismal
grate
,
and
commenced
shutting
the
casements
,
one
after
another
,
till
I
came
to
his
.
"
Must
I
close
this
?
"
I
asked
,
in
order
to
rouse
him
;
for
he
would
not
stir
.
The
light
flashed
on
his
features
as
I
spoke
.
Oh
,
Mr.
Lockwood
,
I
can
not
express
what
a
terrible
start
I
got
by
the
momentary
view
!
Those
deep
black
eyes
!
That
smile
,
and
ghastly
paleness
!
It
appeared
to
me
,
not
Mr.
Heathcliff
,
but
a
goblin
;
and
,
in
my
terror
,
I
let
the
candle
bend
towards
the
wall
,
and
it
left
me
in
darkness
.
"
Yes
,
close
it
,
"
he
replied
,
in
his
familiar
voice
.
"
There
,
that
is
pure
awkwardness
!
Why
did
you
hold
the
candle
horizontally
?
Be
quick
,
and
bring
another
.
"
I
hurried
out
in
a
foolish
state
of
dread
,
and
said
to
Joseph
:
"
The
master
wishes
you
to
take
him
a
light
and
rekindle
the
fire
.
"
For
I
dared
not
go
in
myself
again
just
then
.
