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I
hasped
the
window
;
I
combed
his
black
long
hair
from
his
forehead
;
I
tried
to
close
his
eyes
:
to
extinguish
,
if
possible
,
that
frightful
,
life-like
gaze
of
exultation
before
any
one
else
beheld
it
.
They
would
not
shut
:
they
seemed
to
sneer
at
my
attempts
:
and
his
parted
lips
and
sharp
white
teeth
sneered
too
!
Taken
with
another
fit
of
cowardice
,
I
cried
out
for
Joseph
.
Joseph
shuffled
up
and
made
a
noise
;
but
resolutely
refused
to
meddle
with
him
.
"
Th
'
divil
's
harried
off
his
soul
,
"
he
cried
,
"
and
he
may
hey
his
carcass
into
t
'
bargain
,
for
aught
I
care
!
Ech
!
what
a
wicked
un
he
looks
girning
at
death
!
"
and
the
old
sinner
grinned
in
mockery
.
I
thought
he
intended
to
cut
a
caper
round
the
bed
;
but
,
suddenly
composing
himself
,
he
fell
on
his
knees
,
and
raised
his
hands
,
and
returned
thanks
that
the
lawful
master
and
the
ancient
stock
were
restored
to
their
rights
.
I
felt
stunned
by
the
awful
event
;
and
my
memory
unavoidably
recurred
to
former
times
with
a
sort
of
oppressive
sadness
.
But
poor
Hareton
,
the
most
wronged
,
was
the
only
one
who
really
suffered
much
.
He
sat
by
the
corpse
all
night
,
weeping
in
bitter
earnest
.
He
pressed
its
hand
,
and
kissed
the
sarcastic
savage
face
that
every
one
else
shrank
from
contemplating
;
and
bemoaned
him
with
that
strong
grief
which
springs
naturally
from
a
generous
heart
,
though
it
be
tough
as
tempered
steel
.
Dr.
Kenneth
was
perplexed
to
pronounce
of
what
disorder
the
master
died
.
I
concealed
the
fact
of
his
having
swallowed
nothing
for
four
days
,
fearing
it
might
lead
to
trouble
,
and
then
,
I
am
persuaded
,
he
did
not
abstain
on
purpose
:
it
was
the
consequence
of
his
strange
illness
,
not
the
cause
.
We
buried
him
,
to
the
scandal
of
the
whole
neighbourhood
,
as
he
wished
.
Earnshaw
and
I
,
the
sexton
,
and
six
men
to
carry
the
coffin
,
comprehended
the
whole
attendance
.
The
six
men
departed
when
they
had
let
it
down
into
the
grave
:
we
stayed
to
see
it
covered
.
Hareton
,
with
a
streaming
face
,
dug
green
sods
,
and
laid
them
over
the
brown
mound
himself
;
at
present
it
is
as
smooth
and
verdant
as
its
companion
mounds
--
and
I
hope
its
tenant
sleeps
as
soundly
.
But
the
country
folk
,
if
you
ask
them
,
would
swear
on
the
Bible
that
he
walks
:
there
are
those
who
speak
of
having
met
him
near
the
church
,
and
on
the
moor
,
and
even
in
this
house
.
Idle
tales
,
you
'll
say
,
and
so
say
I.
Yet
that
old
man
by
the
kitchen
fire
affirms
he
has
seen
two
on
'
em
,
looking
out
of
his
chamber
window
,
on
every
rainy
night
since
his
death
:
and
an
odd
thing
happened
to
me
about
a
month
ago
.
I
was
going
to
the
Grange
one
evening
--
a
dark
evening
,
threatening
thunder
--
and
,
just
at
the
turn
of
the
Heights
,
I
encountered
a
little
boy
with
a
sheep
and
two
lambs
before
him
;
he
was
crying
terribly
;
and
I
supposed
the
lambs
were
skittish
,
and
would
not
be
guided
.
"
What
's
the
matter
,
my
little
man
?
"
I
asked
.
"
There
's
Heathcliff
and
a
woman
,
yonder
,
under
t
'
nab
,
"
he
blubbered
,
"
un
'
I
darnut
pass
'
em
.
"
I
saw
nothing
;
but
neither
the
sheep
nor
he
would
go
on
;
so
I
bid
him
take
the
road
lower
down
.
He
probably
raised
the
phantoms
from
thinking
,
as
he
traversed
the
moors
alone
,
on
the
nonsense
he
had
heard
his
parents
and
companions
repeat
.
Yet
,
still
,
I
do
n't
like
being
out
in
the
dark
now
;
and
I
do
n't
like
being
left
by
myself
in
this
grim
house
:
I
can
not
help
it
;
I
shall
be
glad
when
they
leave
it
,
and
shift
to
the
Grange
.
"
They
are
going
to
the
Grange
,
then
,
"
I
said
.
"
Yes
,
"
answered
Mrs.
Dean
,
"
as
soon
as
they
are
married
,
and
that
will
be
on
New
Year
's
day
.
"
