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"
My
amiable
lady
!
"
he
interrupted
,
with
an
almost
diabolical
sneer
on
his
face
.
"
Where
is
she
--
my
amiable
lady
?
"
"
Mrs.
Heathcliff
,
your
wife
,
I
mean
.
"
"
Well
,
yes
--
Oh
,
you
would
intimate
that
her
spirit
has
taken
the
post
of
ministering
angel
,
and
guards
the
fortunes
of
Wuthering
Heights
even
when
her
body
is
gone
.
Is
that
it
?
"
Perceiving
myself
in
a
blunder
,
I
attempted
to
correct
it
.
I
might
have
seen
there
was
too
great
a
disparity
between
the
ages
of
the
parties
to
make
it
likely
that
they
were
man
and
wife
.
One
was
about
forty
:
a
period
of
mental
vigour
at
which
men
seldom
cherish
the
delusion
of
being
married
for
love
by
girls
:
that
dream
is
reserved
for
the
solace
of
our
declining
years
.
The
other
did
not
look
seventeen
.
Then
it
flashed
upon
me
--
"
The
clown
at
my
elbow
,
who
is
drinking
his
tea
out
of
a
basin
and
eating
his
bread
with
unwashed
hands
,
may
be
her
husband
:
Heathcliff
,
junior
,
of
course
.
Here
is
the
consequence
of
being
buried
alive
:
she
has
thrown
herself
away
upon
that
boor
from
sheer
ignorance
that
better
individuals
existed
!
A
sad
pity
--
I
must
beware
how
I
cause
her
to
regret
her
choice
.
"
The
last
reflection
may
seem
conceited
;
it
was
not
.
My
neighbour
struck
me
as
bordering
on
repulsive
;
I
knew
,
through
experience
,
that
I
was
tolerably
attractive
.
"
Mrs.
Heathcliff
is
my
daughter-in-law
,
"
said
Heathcliff
,
corroborating
my
surmise
.
He
turned
,
as
he
spoke
,
a
peculiar
look
in
her
direction
:
a
look
of
hatred
;
unless
he
has
a
most
perverse
set
of
facial
muscles
that
will
not
,
like
those
of
other
people
,
interpret
the
language
of
his
soul
.
"
Ah
,
certainly
--
I
see
now
:
you
are
the
favoured
possessor
of
the
beneficent
fairy
,
"
I
remarked
,
turning
to
my
neighbour
.
This
was
worse
than
before
:
the
youth
grew
crimson
,
and
clinched
his
fist
,
with
every
appearance
of
a
meditated
assault
.
But
he
seemed
to
recollect
himself
presently
,
and
smothered
the
storm
in
a
brutal
curse
,
muttered
on
my
behalf
.
which
,
however
,
I
took
care
not
to
notice
.
"
Unhappy
in
your
conjectures
,
sir
,
"
observed
my
host
;
"
we
neither
of
us
have
the
privilege
of
owning
your
good
fairy
;
her
mate
is
dead
.
I
said
she
was
my
daughter-in-law
,
therefore
,
she
must
have
married
my
son
.
"
