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Inform
Edgar
that
I
'd
give
the
world
to
see
his
face
again
--
that
my
heart
returned
to
Thrushcross
Grange
in
twenty-four
hours
after
I
left
it
,
and
is
there
at
this
moment
,
full
of
warm
feelings
for
him
,
and
Catherine
!
I
ca
n't
follow
it
,
though
--
(
those
words
are
underlined
)
they
need
not
expect
me
,
and
they
may
draw
what
conclusions
they
please
;
taking
care
,
however
,
to
lay
nothing
at
the
door
of
my
weak
will
or
deficient
affection
.
The
remainder
of
the
letter
is
for
yourself
alone
.
I
want
to
ask
you
two
questions
:
the
first
is
--
How
did
you
contrive
to
preserve
the
common
sympathies
of
human
nature
when
you
resided
here
?
I
can
not
recognise
any
sentiment
which
those
around
share
with
me
.
The
second
question
,
I
have
great
interest
in
--
Is
Mr.
Heathcliff
a
man
?
If
so
,
is
he
mad
?
And
if
not
,
is
he
a
devil
?
I
sha
n't
tell
my
reasons
for
making
this
enquiry
;
but
,
I
beeseech
you
to
explain
,
if
you
can
,
what
I
have
married
:
that
is
,
when
you
call
to
see
me
;
and
you
must
call
,
Ellen
,
very
soon
.
Do
n't
write
,
but
come
,
and
bring
me
something
from
Edgar
.
Now
,
you
shall
hear
how
I
have
been
received
in
my
new
home
,
as
I
am
led
to
imagine
the
Heights
will
be
.
It
is
to
amuse
myself
that
I
dwell
on
such
subjects
as
the
lack
of
external
comforts
:
they
never
occupy
my
thoughts
,
except
at
the
moment
when
I
miss
them
.
I
should
laugh
and
dance
for
joy
,
if
I
found
their
absence
was
the
total
of
my
miseries
,
and
the
rest
was
an
unnatural
dream
!
The
sun
set
behind
the
Grange
,
as
we
turned
on
to
the
moors
;
by
that
,
I
judge
it
to
be
six
o'clock
;
and
my
companion
halted
half-an-hour
,
to
inspect
the
park
,
and
the
gardens
,
and
,
probably
,
the
place
itself
,
as
well
as
he
could
;
so
it
was
dark
when
we
dismounted
in
the
paved
yard
of
the
farm-house
,
and
your
old
fellow-servant
,
Joseph
,
issued
out
to
receive
us
by
the
light
of
a
dip
candle
.
He
did
it
with
a
courtesy
that
redounded
to
his
credit
.
His
first
act
was
to
elevate
his
torch
to
a
level
with
my
face
,
squint
malignantly
,
project
his
under
lip
,
and
turn
away
.
Then
he
took
the
two
horses
,
and
led
them
into
the
stables
;
reappearing
for
the
purpose
of
locking
the
outer
gate
,
as
if
we
lived
in
an
ancient
castle
.
Heathcliff
stayed
to
speak
to
him
,
and
I
entered
the
kitchen
--
a
dingy
,
untidy
hole
;
I
daresay
you
would
not
know
it
,
it
is
so
changed
since
it
was
in
your
charge
.
By
the
fire
stood
a
ruffianly
child
,
strong
in
limb
and
dirty
in
garb
,
with
a
look
of
Catherine
in
his
eyes
and
about
his
mouth
.
"
This
is
Edgar
's
legal
nephew
,
"
I
reflected
--
"
mine
in
a
manner
;
I
must
shake
hands
,
and
--
yes
--
I
must
kiss
him
.
It
is
right
to
establish
a
good
understanding
at
the
beginning
.
"
I
approached
,
and
,
attempting
to
take
his
chubby
fist
,
said
:
"
How
do
you
do
,
my
dear
?
"
