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"
Oh
!
here
we
are
the
same
as
anywhere
else
,
when
you
get
to
know
us
,
"
observed
Mrs.
Dean
,
somewhat
puzzled
at
my
speech
.
"
Excuse
me
,
"
I
responded
;
"
you
,
my
good
friend
,
are
a
striking
evidence
against
that
assertion
.
Excepting
a
few
provincialisms
of
slight
consequence
,
you
have
no
marks
of
the
manners
which
I
am
habituated
to
consider
as
peculiar
to
your
class
.
I
am
sure
you
have
thought
a
great
deal
more
than
the
generality
of
servants
think
.
You
have
been
compelled
to
cultivate
your
reflective
faculties
for
want
of
occasions
for
frittering
your
life
away
in
silly
trifles
.
"
Mrs.
Dean
laughed
.
"
I
certainly
esteem
myself
a
steady
,
reasonable
kind
of
body
,
"
she
said
;
"
not
exactly
from
living
among
the
hills
and
seeing
one
set
of
faces
,
and
one
series
of
actions
,
from
year
's
end
to
year
's
end
;
but
I
have
undergone
sharp
discipline
,
which
has
taught
me
wisdom
;
and
then
,
I
have
read
more
than
you
would
fancy
,
Mr.
Lockwood
.
You
could
not
open
a
book
in
this
library
that
I
have
not
looked
into
,
and
got
something
out
of
also
:
unless
it
be
that
range
of
Greek
and
Latin
,
and
that
of
French
;
and
those
I
know
one
from
another
:
it
is
as
much
as
you
can
expect
of
a
poor
man
's
daughter
However
,
if
I
am
to
follow
my
story
in
true
gossip
's
fashion
,
I
had
better
go
on
;
and
instead
of
leaping
three
years
,
I
will
be
content
to
pass
to
the
next
summer
--
the
summer
of
1778
,
that
is
,
nearly
twenty-three
years
ago
.
"
On
the
morning
of
a
fine
June
day
,
my
first
bonny
little
nursling
,
and
the
last
of
the
ancient
Earnshaw
stock
,
was
born
.
We
were
busy
with
the
hay
in
a
far
away
field
,
when
the
girl
that
usually
brought
our
breakfasts
,
came
running
an
hour
too
soon
,
across
the
meadow
and
up
the
lane
,
calling
me
as
she
ran
.
"
Oh
,
such
a
grand
bairn
!
"
she
panted
out
.
"
The
finest
lad
that
ever
breathed
!
But
the
doctor
says
missis
must
go
:
he
says
she
's
been
in
a
consumption
these
many
months
.
I
heard
him
tell
Mr.
Hindley
:
and
now
she
has
nothing
to
keep
her
,
and
she
'll
be
dead
before
winter
.
You
must
come
home
directly
.
You
're
to
nurse
it
,
Nelly
:
to
feed
it
with
sugar
and
milk
,
and
take
care
of
it
day
and
night
.
I
wish
I
were
you
,
because
it
will
be
all
yours
when
there
is
no
missis
!
"
"
But
is
she
very
ill
?
"
I
asked
flinging
down
my
rake
,
and
tying
my
bonnet
.
"
I
guess
she
is
;
yet
she
looks
bravely
,
"
replied
the
girl
,
"
and
she
talks
as
if
she
thought
of
living
to
see
it
grow
a
man
.
She
's
out
of
her
head
for
joy
,
it
's
such
a
beauty
!
If
I
were
her
,
I
'm
certain
I
should
not
die
:
I
should
get
better
at
the
bare
sight
of
it
,
in
spite
of
Kenneth
.
I
was
fairly
mad
at
him
.
Dame
Archer
brought
the
cherub
down
to
master
,
in
the
house
,
and
his
face
just
began
to
light
up
,
when
the
old
croaker
steps
forward
,
and
says
he
:
'
Earnshaw
,
it
's
a
blessing
your
wife
has
been
spared
to
leave
you
this
son
.
When
she
came
,
I
felt
convinced
we
should
n't
keep
her
long
;
and
now
,
I
must
tell
you
,
the
winter
will
probably
finish
her
.
Do
n't
take
on
,
and
fret
about
it
too
much
!
it
ca
n't
be
helped
.
And
besides
,
you
should
have
known
better
than
to
choose
such
a
rush
of
a
lass
!
'
"
"
And
what
did
the
master
answer
?
"
I
enquired
.
