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"
What
the
devil
is
the
matter
?
"
he
asked
,
eyeing
me
in
a
manner
that
I
could
ill
endure
after
this
inhospitable
treatment
.
"
What
the
devil
,
indeed
!
"
I
muttered
.
"
The
herd
of
possessed
swine
could
have
had
no
worse
spirits
in
them
than
those
animals
of
yours
,
sir
.
You
might
as
well
leave
a
stranger
with
a
brood
of
tigers
!
"
"
They
wo
n't
meddle
with
persons
who
touch
nothing
,
"
he
remarked
,
putting
the
bottle
before
me
,
and
restoring
the
displaced
table
.
"
The
dogs
do
right
to
be
vigilant
.
Take
a
glass
of
wine
?
"
"
No
,
thank
you
.
"
"
Not
bitten
,
are
you
?
"
"
If
I
had
been
,
I
would
have
set
my
signet
on
the
biter
.
"
Heathcliff
's
countenance
relaxed
into
a
grin
.
"
Come
,
come
,
"
he
said
,
"
you
are
flurried
,
Mr.
Lockwood
.
Here
,
take
a
little
wine
.
Guests
are
so
exceedingly
rare
in
this
house
that
I
and
my
dogs
,
I
am
willing
to
own
,
hardly
know
how
to
receive
them
.
Your
health
,
sir
!
"
I
bowed
and
returned
the
pledge
;
beginning
to
perceive
that
it
would
be
foolish
to
sit
sulking
for
the
misbehaviour
of
a
pack
of
curs
:
besides
,
I
felt
loath
to
yield
the
fellow
further
amusement
at
my
expense
;
since
the
humour
took
that
turn
.
He
--
probably
swayed
by
prudential
consideration
of
the
folly
of
offending
a
good
tenant
--
relaxed
a
little
in
the
laconic
style
of
chipping
off
his
pronouns
and
auxiliary
verbs
,
and
introduced
what
he
supposed
would
be
a
subject
of
interest
to
me
--
a
discourse
on
the
advantages
and
disadvantages
of
my
present
place
of
retirement
.
I
found
him
very
intelligent
on
the
topics
we
touched
;
and
before
I
went
home
,
I
was
encouraged
so
far
as
to
volunteer
another
visit
tomorrow
.
He
evidently
wished
no
repetition
of
my
intrusion
.
I
shall
go
,
notwithstanding
.
It
is
astonishing
how
sociable
I
feel
myself
compared
with
him
.
Yesterday
afternoon
set
in
misty
and
cold
.
I
had
half
a
mind
to
spend
it
by
my
study
fire
,
instead
of
wading
through
heath
and
mud
to
Wuthering
Heights
.
On
coming
up
from
dinner
however
(
N.
B.
--
I
dine
between
twelve
and
one
o'clock
;
the
housekeeper
,
a
matronly
lady
,
taken
as
a
fixture
along
with
the
house
,
could
not
,
or
would
not
,
comprehend
my
request
that
I
might
be
served
at
five
)
,
on
mounting
the
stairs
with
this
lazy
intention
,
and
stepping
into
the
room
,
I
saw
a
servant-girl
on
her
knees
surrounded
by
brushes
and
coalscuttles
,
and
raising
an
infernal
dust
as
she
extinguished
the
flames
with
heaps
of
cinders
.
This
spectacle
drove
me
back
immediately
;
I
took
my
hat
,
and
,
after
a
four
miles
'
walk
arrived
at
Heathcliff
's
garden
gate
just
in
time
to
escape
the
first
feathery
flakes
of
a
snow-shower
.
On
that
bleak
hill-top
the
earth
was
hard
with
a
black
frost
,
and
the
air
made
me
shiver
through
every
limb
.
Being
unable
to
remove
the
chain
,
I
jumped
over
,
and
,
running
up
the
flagged
causeway
bordered
with
straggling
gooseberry
bushes
,
knocked
vainly
for
admittance
,
till
my
knuckles
tingled
and
the
dogs
howled
.
