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He
replied
in
a
jargon
I
did
not
comprehend
.
"
Shall
you
and
I
be
friends
,
Hareton
?
"
was
my
next
essay
at
conversation
.
An
oath
,
and
a
threat
to
set
Throttler
on
me
if
I
did
not
"
frame
off
,
"
rewarded
my
perseverance
.
"
Hey
,
Throttler
,
lad
!
"
whispered
the
little
wretch
,
rousing
a
half-bred
bull-dog
from
its
lair
in
a
corner
.
"
Now
,
wilt
thou
be
ganging
?
"
he
asked
authoritatively
.
Love
for
my
life
urged
a
compliance
;
I
stepped
over
the
threshold
to
wait
till
the
others
should
enter
.
Mr.
Heathcliff
was
nowhere
visible
;
and
Joseph
,
whom
I
followed
to
the
stables
,
and
requested
to
accompany
me
in
,
after
staring
and
muttering
to
himself
,
screwed
up
his
nose
,
and
replied
:
"
Mim
!
mim
!
mim
!
Did
iver
Christian
body
hear
aught
like
it
?
Minching
un
'
munching
!
How
can
I
tell
whet
ye
say
?
"
"
I
say
,
I
wish
you
to
come
with
me
into
the
house
!
"
I
cried
,
thinking
him
deaf
,
yet
highly
disgusted
at
his
rudeness
.
"
None
o
'
me
!
I
getten
summut
else
to
do
,
"
he
answered
,
and
continued
his
work
;
moving
his
lantern
jaws
meanwhile
,
and
surveying
my
dress
and
countenance
(
the
former
a
great
deal
too
fine
,
but
the
latter
,
I
'm
sure
,
as
sad
as
he
could
desire
)
with
sovereign
contempt
.
I
walked
round
the
yard
,
and
through
a
wicket
,
to
another
door
,
at
which
I
took
the
liberty
of
knocking
,
in
hopes
some
more
civil
servant
might
show
himself
.
After
a
short
suspense
,
it
was
opened
by
a
tall
,
gaunt
man
,
without
neckerchief
,
and
otherwise
extremely
slovenly
;
his
features
were
lost
in
masses
of
shaggy
hair
that
hung
on
his
shoulders
;
and
his
eyes
,
too
,
were
like
a
ghostly
Catherine
's
with
all
their
beauty
annihilated
.
"
What
's
your
business
here
?
"
he
demanded
grimly
.
