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It
was
a
deep
voice
,
and
foreign
in
tone
;
yet
there
was
something
in
the
manner
of
pronouncing
my
name
which
made
it
sound
familiar
.
I
turned
about
to
discover
who
spoke
,
fearfully
;
for
the
doors
were
shut
,
and
I
had
seen
nobody
on
approaching
the
steps
.
Something
stirred
in
the
porch
;
and
,
moving
nearer
,
I
distinguished
a
tall
man
dressed
in
dark
clothes
,
with
dark
face
and
hair
.
He
leant
against
the
side
,
and
held
his
fingers
on
the
latch
as
if
intending
to
open
for
himself
.
"
Who
can
it
be
?
"
I
thought
.
"
Mr.
Earnshaw
?
Oh
,
no
!
The
voice
has
no
resemblance
.
"
"
I
have
waited
here
an
hour
,
"
he
resumed
,
while
I
continued
staring
;
"
and
the
whole
of
that
time
all
round
has
been
as
still
as
death
.
I
dared
not
enter
.
You
do
not
know
me
?
Look
,
I
'm
not
a
stranger
!
"
A
ray
fell
on
his
features
;
the
cheeks
were
sallow
,
and
half
covered
with
black
whiskers
;
the
brows
lowering
,
the
eyes
deep
set
and
singular
.
I
remembered
the
eyes
.
"
What
!
"
I
cried
,
uncertain
whether
to
regard
him
as
a
worldly
visitor
,
and
I
raised
my
hands
in
amazement
.
"
What
!
you
come
back
?
Is
it
really
you
?
Is
it
?
"
"
Yes
,
Heathcliff
,
"
he
replied
,
glancing
from
me
up
to
the
windows
,
which
reflected
a
score
of
glittering
moons
,
but
showed
no
lights
from
within
.
"
Are
they
at
home
?
where
is
she
?
Nelly
,
you
are
not
glad
!
you
need
n't
be
so
disturbed
.
Is
she
here
?
Speak
!
I
want
to
have
one
word
with
your
mistress
.
Go
,
and
say
some
person
from
Gimmerton
desires
to
see
her
.
"
"
How
will
she
take
it
?
"
I
exclaimed
.
"
What
will
she
do
?
The
surprise
bewilders
me
--
it
will
put
her
out
of
her
head
!
And
you
are
Heathcliff
!
But
altered
!
Nay
,
there
's
no
comprehending
it
.
Have
you
been
for
a
soldier
?
"
"
Go
and
carry
my
message
,
"
he
interrupted
impatiently
.
"
I
'm
in
hell
till
you
do
!
"
He
lifted
the
latch
,
and
I
entered
;
but
when
I
got
to
the
parlour
where
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Linton
were
,
I
could
not
persuade
myself
to
proceed
.
At
length
,
I
resolved
on
making
an
excuse
to
ask
if
they
would
have
the
candles
lighted
,
and
I
opened
the
door
.
They
sat
together
in
a
window
whose
lattice
lay
back
against
the
wall
,
and
displayed
,
beyond
the
garden
trees
and
the
wild
green
park
,
the
valley
of
Gimmerton
,
with
a
long
line
of
mist
winding
nearly
to
its
top
(
for
very
soon
after
you
pass
the
chapel
,
as
you
may
have
noticed
,
the
sough
that
runs
from
the
marshes
joins
a
beck
which
follows
the
bend
of
the
glen
)
.
Wuthering
Heights
rose
above
this
silvery
vapour
;
but
our
old
house
was
invisible
;
it
rather
dips
down
on
the
other
side
.
Both
the
room
and
its
occupants
,
and
the
scene
they
gazed
on
,
looked
wondrously
peaceful
.
