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Trembling
and
bewildered
,
she
held
me
fast
,
but
the
horror
gradually
passed
from
her
countenance
;
its
paleness
gave
place
to
a
glow
of
shame
.
"
Oh
,
dear
!
I
thought
I
was
at
home
,
"
she
sighed
.
"
I
thought
I
was
lying
in
my
chamber
at
Wuthering
Heights
.
Because
I
'm
weak
,
my
brain
got
confused
,
and
I
screamed
unconsciously
.
Do
n't
say
anything
;
but
stay
with
me
.
I
dread
sleeping
:
my
dreams
appall
me
.
"
"
A
sound
sleep
would
do
you
good
,
ma'am
,
"
I
answered
;
"
and
I
hope
this
suffering
will
prevent
your
trying
starving
again
.
"
"
Oh
,
if
I
were
put
in
my
own
bed
in
the
old
house
!
"
she
went
on
bitterly
,
wringing
her
hands
,
"
And
that
wind
sounding
in
the
firs
by
the
lattice
.
Do
let
me
feel
it
--
it
comes
straight
down
the
moor
--
do
let
me
have
one
breath
!
"
To
pacify
her
,
I
held
the
casement
ajar
a
few
seconds
.
A
cold
blast
rushed
through
;
I
closed
it
,
and
returned
to
my
post
.
She
lay
still
now
,
her
face
bathed
in
tears
.
Exhaustion
of
body
had
entirely
subdued
her
spirit
:
our
fiery
Catherine
was
no
better
than
a
wailing
child
.
"
How
long
is
it
since
I
shut
myself
in
here
?
"
she
asked
,
suddenly
reviving
.
"
It
was
Monday
evening
,
"
I
replied
,
"
and
this
is
Thursday
night
,
or
rather
Friday
morning
,
at
present
.
"
"
What
!
of
the
same
week
?
"
she
exclaimed
.
"
Only
that
brief
time
?
"
"
Long
enough
to
live
on
nothing
but
cold
water
and
ill-temper
,
"
observed
I.
"
Well
,
it
seems
a
weary
number
of
hours
,
"
she
muttered
doubtfully
:
"
it
must
be
more
.
I
remember
being
in
the
parlour
after
they
had
quarrelled
,
and
Edgar
being
cruelly
provoking
,
and
me
running
into
this
room
desperate
.
As
soon
as
ever
I
had
barred
the
door
,
utter
blackness
overwhelmed
me
,
and
I
fell
on
the
floor
.
I
could
n't
explain
to
Edgar
how
certain
I
felt
of
having
a
fit
,
or
going
raging
mad
,
if
he
persisted
in
teasing
me
!
I
had
no
command
of
tongue
,
or
brain
,
and
he
did
not
guess
my
agony
,
perhaps
:
it
barely
left
me
sense
to
try
to
escape
from
him
and
his
voice
.
