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"
Oh
!
do
n't
,
Miss
Catherine
!
"
I
cried
.
"
We
're
dismal
enough
without
conjuring
up
ghosts
and
visions
to
perplex
us
.
Come
,
come
,
be
merry
and
like
yourself
!
Look
at
little
Hareton
--
he
's
dreaming
nothing
dreary
.
How
sweetly
he
smiles
in
his
sleep
!
"
"
Yes
;
and
how
sweetly
his
father
curses
in
his
solitude
!
You
remember
him
,
I
dare
say
,
when
he
was
just
such
another
as
that
chubby
thing
:
nearly
as
young
and
innocent
.
However
,
Nelly
,
I
shall
oblige
you
to
listen
:
it
's
not
long
;
and
I
've
no
power
to
be
merry
to-night
.
"
"
I
wo
n't
hear
it
,
I
wo
n't
hear
it
!
"
I
repeated
hastily
.
I
was
superstitious
about
dreams
then
,
and
am
still
;
and
Catherine
had
an
unusual
gloom
in
her
aspect
,
that
made
me
dread
something
from
which
I
might
shape
a
prophecy
,
and
foresee
a
fearful
catastrophe
.
She
was
vexed
,
but
she
did
not
proceed
.
Apparently
taking
up
another
subject
,
she
recommenced
in
a
short
time
.
"
If
I
were
in
heaven
,
Nelly
,
I
should
be
extremely
miserable
.
"
"
Because
you
are
not
fit
to
go
there
,
"
I
answered
.
"
All
sinners
would
be
miserable
in
heaven
.
"
"
But
it
is
not
for
that
.
I
dreamt
once
that
I
was
there
.
"
"
I
tell
you
I
wo
n't
hearken
to
your
dreams
,
Miss
Catherine
!
I
'll
go
to
bed
,
"
I
interrupted
again
.
She
laughed
,
and
held
me
down
;
for
I
made
a
motion
to
leave
my
chair
.
"
This
is
nothing
,
"
cried
she
.
"
I
was
only
going
to
say
that
heaven
did
not
seem
to
be
my
home
;
and
I
broke
my
heart
with
weeping
to
come
back
to
earth
;
and
the
angels
were
so
angry
that
they
flung
me
out
into
the
middle
of
the
heath
on
the
top
of
Wuthering
Heights
;
where
I
woke
sobbing
for
joy
.
That
will
do
to
explain
my
secret
,
as
well
as
the
other
.
I
've
no
more
business
to
marry
Edgar
Linton
than
I
have
to
be
in
heaven
;
and
if
the
wicked
man
in
there
had
not
brought
Heathcliff
so
low
,
I
should
n't
have
thought
of
it
.
It
would
degrade
me
to
marry
Heathcliff
now
;
so
he
shall
never
know
how
I
love
him
:
and
that
,
not
because
he
's
handsome
,
Nelly
,
but
because
he
's
more
myself
than
I
am
.
Whatever
our
souls
are
made
of
,
his
and
mine
are
the
same
;
and
Linton
's
is
as
different
as
a
moonbeam
from
lightning
,
or
frost
from
fire
.
"
