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"

No

,

you

forget

,

Mrs.

Linton

,

"

I

suggested

,

"

that

you

have

eaten

some

food

with

a

relish

this

evening

,

and

tomorrow

you

will

perceive

its

good

effects

.

"

"

If

I

were

only

sure

it

would

kill

him

,

"

she

interrupted

.

"

I

'd

kill

myself

directly

!

These

three

awful

nights

,

I

've

never

closed

my

lids

--

and

oh

,

I

've

been

tormented

!

I

've

been

haunted

,

Nelly

!

But

I

begin

to

fancy

you

do

n't

like

me

.

How

strange

!

I

thought

,

though

everybody

hated

and

despised

each

other

,

they

could

not

avoid

loving

me

.

And

they

have

all

turned

to

enemies

in

a

few

hours

:

they

have

,

I

'm

positive

;

the

people

here

.

How

dreary

to

meet

death

,

surrounded

by

their

cold

faces

.

Isabella

terrified

and

repelled

,

afraid

to

enter

the

room

,

it

would

be

so

dreadful

to

watch

Catherine

go

.

And

Edgar

standing

solemnly

by

to

see

it

over

;

then

offering

prayers

of

thanks

to

God

for

restoring

peace

to

his

house

,

and

going

back

to

his

books

!

What

in

the

name

of

all

that

feels

has

he

to

do

with

books

,

when

I

am

dying

?

"

She

could

not

bear

the

notion

which

I

had

put

into

her

head

of

Mr.

Linton

's

philosophical

resignation

.

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Tossing

about

,

she

increased

her

feverish

bewilderment

to

madness

,

and

tore

the

pillow

with

her

teeth

;

then

raising

herself

up

all

burning

,

desired

that

I

would

open

the

window

.

We

were

in

the

middle

of

winter

,

the

wind

blew

strong

from

the

north-east

,

and

I

objected

.

Both

the

expressions

flitting

over

her

face

,

and

the

changes

of

her

moods

,

began

to

alarm

me

terribly

;

and

brought

to

my

recollection

her

former

illness

,

and

the

doctor

's

injunction

that

she

should

not

be

crossed

.

A

minute

previously

she

was

violent

;

now

,

supported

on

one

arm

,

and

not

noticing

my

refusal

to

obey

her

,

she

seemed

to

find

childish

diversion

in

pulling

the

feathers

from

the

rents

she

had

just

made

,

and

ranging

them

on

the

sheet

according

to

their

different

species

:

her

mind

had

strayed

to

other

associations

.

"

That

's

a

turkey

's

,

"

she

murmured

to

herself

;

"

and

this

is

a

wild

duck

's

;

and

this

is

a

pigeon

's

.

Ah

,

they

put

pigeons

'

feathers

in

the

pillows

--

no

wonder

I

could

n't

die

!

Let

me

take

care

to

throw

it

on

the

floor

when

I

lie

down

!

And

here

is

a

moor-cock

's

;

and

this

--

I

should

know

it

among

a

thousand

--

it

's

a

lapwing

's

.

Bonny

bird

;

wheeling

over

our

heads

in

the

middle

of

the

moor

.

It

wanted

to

get

to

its

nest

,

for

the

clouds

had

touched

the

swells

,

and

it

felt

rain

coming

.

This

feather

was

picked

up

from

the

heath

,

the

bird

was

not

shot

:

we

saw

its

nest

in

the

winter

,

full

of

little

skeletons

.

Heathcliff

set

a

trap

over

it

,

and

the

old

ones

dare

not

come

.

I

made

him

promise

he

'd

never

shoot

a

lapwing

after

that

,

and

he

did

n't

.

Yes

,

here

are

more

!

Did

he

shoot

my

lapwings

,

Nelly

?

Are

they

red

,

any

of

them

!

Let

me

look

.

"

"

Give

over

with

that

baby-work

!

"

I

interrupted

,

dragging

the

pillow

away

,

and

turning

the

holes

towards

the

mattress

,

for

she

was

removing

its

contents

by

handfuls

.

"

Lie

down

and

shut

your

eyes

:

you

're

wandering

.

There

's

a

mess

!

The

down

is

flying

about

like

snow

.

"

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I

went

here

and

there

collecting

it

.

"

I

see

in

you

,

Nelly

,

"

she

continued

dreamily

,

"

an

aged

woman

:

you

have

grey

hair

and

bent

shoulders

.

This

bed

is

the

fairy

cave

under

Penistone

Crag

,

and

you

are

gathering

elf-bolts

to

hurt

our

heifers

;

pretending

,

while

I

am

near

,

that

they

are

only

locks

of

wool

.

That

's

what

you

'll

come

to

fifty

years

hence

:

I

know

you

are

not

so

now

.

I

'm

not

wandering

:

you

're

mistaken

,

or

else

I

should

believe

you

really

were

that

withered

hag

,

and

I

should

think

I

was

under

Penistone

Crag

;

and

I

'm

conscious

it

's

night

;

and

there

are

two

candles

on

the

table

making

the

black

press

shine

like

jet

.

"

"

The

black

press

?

where

is

that

?

"

I

asked

.

"

You

are

talking

in

your

sleep

!

"

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