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"
Wretched
inmates
!
"
I
ejaculated
mentally
,
"
you
deserve
perpetual
isolation
from
your
species
for
your
churlish
inhospitality
.
At
least
,
I
would
not
keep
my
door
barred
in
the
day-time
.
I
do
n't
care
--
I
will
get
in
!
"
So
resolved
,
I
grasped
the
latch
and
shook
it
vehemently
.
Vinegar-faced
Joseph
projected
his
head
from
a
round
window
of
the
barn
.
"
What
are
ye
for
?
"
he
shouted
.
"
T
'
maister
's
down
i
'
t
'
fowld
.
Go
round
by
th
'
end
ot
'
laith
,
if
ye
went
to
spake
to
him
.
"
"
Is
there
nobody
inside
to
open
the
door
?
"
I
hallooed
,
responsively
.
"
There
's
nobbut
t
'
missis
;
and
shoo
'll
not
oppe
n't
an
ye
mak
yer
flaysome
dins
till
neeght
.
"
"
Why
?
Can
not
you
tell
her
who
I
am
,
eh
,
Joseph
?
"
"
Nor-ne
me
!
I
'll
hae
no
hend
wit
,
"
muttered
the
head
,
vanishing
.
The
snow
began
to
drive
thickly
.
I
seized
the
handle
to
essay
another
trial
;
when
a
young
man
without
coat
,
and
shouldering
a
pitchfork
,
appeared
in
the
yard
behind
.
He
hailed
me
to
follow
him
,
and
,
after
marching
through
a
washhouse
,
and
a
paved
area
containing
a
coal-shed
,
pump
,
and
pigeon-cot
,
we
at
length
arrived
in
the
huge
,
warm
cheerful
apartment
,
where
I
was
formerly
received
.
It
glowed
delightfully
in
the
radiance
of
an
immense
fire
,
compounded
of
coal
,
peat
,
and
wood
;
and
near
the
table
,
laid
for
a
plentiful
evening
meal
,
I
was
pleased
to
observe
the
"
missis
,
"
an
individual
whose
existence
I
had
never
previously
suspected
.
I
bowed
and
waited
,
thinking
she
would
bid
me
take
a
seat
.
She
looked
at
me
,
leaning
back
in
her
chair
,
and
remained
motionless
and
mute
.
"
Rough
weather
!
"
I
remarked
.
"
I
'm
afraid
,
Mrs.
Heathcliff
,
the
door
must
bear
the
consequence
of
your
servants
'
leisure
attendance
:
I
had
hard
work
to
make
them
hear
me
.
"
She
never
opened
her
mouth
.
I
stared
--
she
stared
also
:
at
any
rate
,
she
kept
her
eyes
on
me
in
a
cool
,
regardless
manner
,
exceedingly
embarrassing
and
disagreeable
.
"
Sit
down
,
"
said
the
young
man
gruffly
.
"
He
'll
be
in
soon
.
"
