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"
Perhaps
I
can
get
a
guide
among
your
lads
,
and
he
might
stay
at
the
Grange
till
morning
--
could
you
spare
me
one
?
"
"
No
,
I
could
not
.
"
"
Oh
,
indeed
!
Well
,
then
,
I
must
trust
to
my
own
sagacity
.
"
"
Umph
!
"
"
Are
you
going
to
make
th
'
tea
?
"
demanded
he
of
the
shabby
coat
,
shifting
his
ferocious
gaze
from
me
to
the
young
lady
.
"
Is
he
to
have
any
?
"
she
asked
,
appealing
to
Heathcliff
.
"
Get
it
ready
,
will
you
?
"
was
the
answer
,
uttered
so
savagely
that
I
started
.
The
tone
in
which
the
words
were
said
revealed
a
genuine
bad
nature
.
I
no
longer
felt
inclined
to
call
Heathcliff
a
capital
fellow
.
When
the
preparations
were
finished
,
he
invited
me
with
--
"
Now
,
sir
,
bring
forward
your
chair
.
"
And
we
all
,
including
the
rustic
youth
,
drew
round
the
table
:
an
austere
silence
prevailing
while
we
discussed
our
meal
.
I
thought
,
if
I
had
caused
the
cloud
,
it
was
my
duty
to
make
an
effort
to
dispel
it
.
They
could
not
every
day
sit
so
grim
and
taciturn
;
and
it
was
impossible
,
however
ill-tempered
they
might
be
,
that
the
universal
scowl
they
wore
was
their
everyday
countenance
.
"
It
is
strange
,
"
I
began
,
in
the
interval
of
swallowing
one
cup
of
tea
and
receiving
another
--
"
It
is
strange
how
custom
can
mould
our
tastes
and
ideas
:
many
could
not
imagine
the
existence
of
happiness
in
a
life
of
such
complete
exile
from
the
world
as
you
spend
,
Mr.
Heathcliff
;
yet
I
'll
venture
to
say
,
that
,
surrounded
by
your
family
,
and
with
your
amiable
lady
as
the
presiding
genius
over
your
home
and
heart
-
"
