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"
I
want
to
speak
to
him
,
and
I
must
,
before
I
go
upstairs
,
"
she
said
.
"
And
the
gate
is
open
:
he
is
somewhere
out
of
hearing
;
for
he
would
not
reply
,
though
I
shouted
at
the
top
of
the
fold
as
loud
as
I
could
.
"
Joseph
objected
at
first
;
she
was
too
much
in
earnest
,
however
,
to
suffer
contradiction
;
and
at
last
he
placed
his
hat
on
his
head
,
and
walked
grumbling
forth
.
Meantime
,
Catherine
paced
up
and
down
the
floor
,
exclaiming
:
"
I
wonder
where
he
is
--
I
wonder
where
he
can
be
?
What
did
I
say
,
Nelly
?
I
've
forgotten
.
Was
he
vexed
at
my
bad
humour
this
afternoon
?
Dear
!
tell
me
what
I
've
said
to
grieve
him
?
I
do
wish
he
'd
come
.
I
do
wish
he
would
!
"
"
What
a
noise
for
nothing
!
"
I
cried
,
though
rather
uneasy
myself
.
"
What
a
trifle
scares
you
!
It
's
surely
no
great
cause
of
alarm
that
Heathcliff
should
take
a
moonlight
saunter
on
the
moors
,
or
even
lie
too
sulky
to
speak
to
us
in
the
hay-loft
.
I
'll
engage
he
's
lurking
there
.
See
if
I
do
n't
ferret
him
out
!
"
I
departed
to
renew
my
search
;
its
result
was
disappointment
,
and
Joseph
's
quest
ended
in
the
same
.
"
Yon
lad
gets
war
unwar
!
"
observed
he
on
re-entering
.
"
He
's
left
th
'
yate
at
t
'
full
swing
,
and
Miss
's
pony
has
trodden
dahn
two
rigs
o
'
corn
,
and
plottered
through
,
raight
o'er
into
t
'
meadow
!
Hahsomdiver
,
t
'
maister
'
ull
play
t
'
devil
to-morn
,
and
he
'll
do
weel
.
He
's
patience
itsseln
wi
'
sich
careless
,
offald
craters
--
patience
itsseln
he
is
!
Bud
he
'll
not
be
soa
allus
--
yah
's
see
,
all
on
ye
!
Yah
mum
n't
drive
him
out
of
his
heead
for
nowt
!
"
"
Have
you
found
Heathcliff
,
you
ass
?
"
interrupted
Catherine
.
"
Have
you
been
looking
for
him
,
as
I
ordered
?
"
"
I
sud
more
likker
look
for
th
'
horse
,
"
he
replied
.
"
It
'
ud
be
to
more
sense
.
Bud
,
I
can
look
for
norther
horse
nur
man
of
a
neeght
loike
this
--
as
black
as
t
'
chimbley
!
und
Heathcliff
's
noan
t
'
chap
to
coom
at
my
whistle
--
happen
he
'll
be
les
hard
o
'
hearing
wi
'
ye
!
"
