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He
drank
the
spirits
and
impatiently
bade
us
go
;
terminating
his
command
with
a
sequel
of
horrid
imprecations
,
too
bad
to
repeat
or
remember
.
"
It
's
a
pity
he
can
not
kill
himself
with
drink
,
"
observed
Heathcliff
,
muttering
an
echo
of
curses
back
when
the
door
was
shut
.
"
He
's
doing
his
very
utmost
;
but
his
constitution
defies
him
.
Mr.
Kenneth
says
he
would
wager
his
mare
,
that
he
'll
outlive
any
man
on
this
side
Gimmerton
,
and
go
to
the
grave
a
hoary
sinner
;
unless
some
happy
chance
out
of
the
common
course
befall
him
.
"
I
went
into
the
kitchen
,
and
sat
down
to
lull
my
little
lamb
to
sleep
.
Heathcliff
,
as
I
thought
,
walked
through
to
the
barn
.
It
turned
out
afterwards
that
he
only
got
as
far
as
the
other
side
the
settle
,
when
he
flung
himself
on
a
bench
by
the
wall
,
removed
from
the
fire
,
and
remained
silent
.
I
was
rocking
Hareton
on
my
knee
,
and
humming
a
song
that
began
:
It
was
far
in
the
night
,
and
the
bairnies
grat
,
The
mither
beneath
the
mools
heard
that
--
when
Miss
Cathy
,
who
had
listened
to
the
hubbub
from
her
room
,
put
her
head
in
,
and
whispered
:
"
Are
you
alone
,
Nelly
?
"
"
Yes
,
miss
,
"
I
replied
.
She
entered
and
approached
the
hearth
.
I
,
supposing
she
was
going
to
say
something
,
looked
up
.
The
expression
of
her
face
seemed
disturbed
and
anxious
.
Her
lips
were
half
asunder
,
as
if
she
meant
to
speak
,
and
she
drew
a
breath
;
but
it
escaped
in
a
sigh
instead
of
a
sentence
.
I
resumed
my
song
;
not
having
forgotten
her
recent
behaviour
.
