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I
shrank
reluctantly
from
performing
my
errand
;
and
was
actually
going
away
leaving
it
unsaid
,
after
having
put
my
question
about
the
candles
,
when
a
sense
of
my
folly
compelled
me
to
return
,
and
mutter
--
"
A
person
from
Gimmerton
wishes
to
see
you
,
ma'am
.
"
"
What
does
he
want
?
"
asked
Mrs.
Linton
.
"
I
did
not
question
him
,
"
I
answered
.
"
Well
,
close
the
curtains
,
Nelly
,
"
she
said
;
"
and
bring
up
tea
.
I
'll
be
back
again
directly
.
"
She
quitted
the
apartment
;
Mr.
Edgar
enquired
,
carelessly
,
who
it
was
.
"
Some
one
mistress
does
not
expect
,
"
I
replied
.
"
That
Heathcliff
--
you
recollect
him
,
sir
--
who
used
to
live
at
Mr.
Earnshaw
's
.
"
"
What
!
the
gypsy
--
the
ploughboy
?
"
he
cried
.
"
Why
did
you
not
say
so
to
Catherine
?
"
"
Hush
!
you
must
not
call
him
by
those
names
,
master
,
"
I
said
.
"
She
'd
be
sadly
grieved
to
hear
you
.
She
was
nearly
heartbroken
when
he
ran
off
.
I
guess
his
return
will
make
a
jubilee
to
her
.
"
Mr.
Linton
walked
to
a
window
on
the
other
side
of
the
room
that
overlooked
the
court
.
He
unfastened
it
and
leant
out
.
I
suppose
they
were
below
,
for
he
exclaimed
quickly
--
"
Do
n't
stand
there
,
love
!
Bring
the
person
in
,
if
it
be
any
one
particular
.
"
Ere
long
I
heard
the
click
of
the
latch
,
and
Catherine
flew
upstairs
,
breathless
and
wild
;
too
excited
to
show
gladness
:
indeed
,
by
her
face
,
you
would
rather
have
surmised
an
awful
calamity
.
"
Oh
,
Edgar
,
Edgar
!
"
she
panted
,
flinging
her
arms
round
his
neck
.
"
Oh
,
Edgar
,
darling
!
Heathcliff
's
come
back
--
he
is
!
"
And
she
tightened
her
embrace
to
a
squeeze
.
