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"
I
must
blow
the
coals
red
first
,
before
I
can
carry
any
,
"
I
replied
,
getting
a
chair
and
the
bellows
.
He
roamed
to
and
fro
,
meantime
,
in
a
state
approaching
distraction
;
his
heavy
sighs
succeeding
each
other
so
thick
as
to
leave
no
space
for
common
breathing
between
.
"
When
day
breaks
I
'll
send
for
Green
,
"
he
said
;
"
I
wish
to
make
some
legal
enquiries
of
him
while
I
can
bestow
a
thought
on
those
matters
,
and
while
I
can
act
calmly
.
I
have
not
written
my
will
yet
;
and
how
to
leave
my
property
I
can
not
determine
.
I
wish
I
could
annihilate
it
from
the
face
of
the
earth
.
"
"
I
would
not
talk
so
,
Mr.
Heathcliff
,
"
I
interposed
.
"
Let
your
will
be
a
while
:
you
'll
be
spared
to
repent
of
your
many
injustices
yet
.
I
never
expected
that
your
nerves
would
be
disordered
:
they
are
,
at
present
,
marvellously
so
,
however
;
and
almost
entirely
through
your
own
fault
.
The
way
you
've
passed
these
three
last
days
might
knock
up
a
Titan
.
Do
take
some
food
,
and
some
repose
.
You
need
only
look
at
yourself
in
a
glass
to
see
how
you
require
both
.
Your
cheeks
are
hollow
,
and
your
eyes
bloodshot
,
like
a
person
starving
with
hunger
and
going
blind
with
loss
of
sleep
.
"
"
It
is
not
my
fault
that
I
can
not
eat
or
rest
,
"
he
replied
.
"
I
assure
you
it
is
through
no
settled
designs
.
I
'll
do
both
as
soon
as
I
possibly
can
.
But
you
might
as
well
bid
a
man
struggling
in
the
water
rest
within
arm
's
length
of
the
shore
!
I
must
reach
it
first
,
and
then
I
'll
rest
.
Well
,
never
mind
Mr.
Green
:
as
to
repenting
of
my
injustices
,
I
've
done
no
injustice
,
and
I
repent
of
nothing
.
I
'm
too
happy
;
and
yet
I
'm
not
happy
enough
.
My
soul
's
bliss
kills
my
body
,
but
does
not
satisfy
itself
.
"
"
Happy
,
master
?
"
I
cried
.
"
Strange
happiness
!
If
you
would
hear
me
without
being
angry
,
I
might
offer
some
advice
that
would
make
you
happier
.
"
"
What
is
that
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Give
it
.
"
"
You
are
aware
,
Mr.
Heathcliff
,
"
I
said
,
"
that
from
the
time
you
were
thirteen
years
old
,
you
have
lived
a
selfish
,
unchristian
life
;
and
probably
hardly
had
a
Bible
in
your
hands
during
all
that
period
.
You
must
have
forgotten
the
contents
of
the
Book
,
and
you
may
not
have
space
to
search
it
now
.
Could
it
be
hurtful
to
send
for
some
one
--
some
minister
of
any
denomination
,
it
does
not
matter
which
--
to
explain
it
,
and
show
you
how
very
far
you
have
erred
from
its
precepts
;
and
how
unfit
you
will
be
for
its
heaven
,
unless
a
change
takes
place
before
you
die
?
"
