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"
What
has
Heathcliff
done
to
you
?
"
I
asked
.
"
In
what
has
he
wronged
you
,
to
warrant
this
appalling
hatred
?
Would
n't
it
be
wiser
to
bid
him
quit
the
house
?
"
"
No
!
"
thundered
Earnshaw
,
"
should
he
offer
to
leave
me
,
he
's
a
dead
man
:
persuade
him
to
attempt
it
,
and
you
are
a
murderess
!
Am
I
to
lose
all
,
without
a
chance
of
retrieval
?
Is
Hareton
to
be
a
beggar
?
Oh
,
damnation
!
I
will
have
it
back
;
and
I
'll
have
his
gold
too
;
and
then
his
blood
;
and
hell
shall
have
his
soul
!
It
will
be
ten
times
blacker
with
that
guest
than
ever
it
was
before
!
"
You
've
acquainted
me
,
Ellen
,
with
your
old
master
's
habits
.
He
is
clearly
on
the
verge
of
madness
:
he
was
so
last
night
at
least
.
I
shuddered
to
be
near
him
,
and
thought
on
the
servant
's
ill-bred
moroseness
as
comparatively
agreeable
.
He
now
recommenced
his
moody
walk
,
and
I
raised
the
latch
,
and
escaped
into
the
kitchen
.
Joseph
was
bending
over
the
fire
,
peering
into
a
large
pan
that
swung
above
it
;
and
a
wooden
bowl
of
oatmeal
stood
on
the
settle
close
by
.
The
contents
of
the
pan
began
to
boll
,
and
he
turned
to
plunge
his
hand
into
the
bowl
;
I
conjectured
that
this
preparation
was
probably
for
our
supper
,
and
,
being
hungry
,
I
resolved
it
should
be
eatable
;
so
,
crying
out
sharply
,
"
I
'll
make
the
porridge
!
"
I
removed
the
vessel
out
of
his
reach
,
and
proceeded
to
take
off
my
hat
and
riding
habit
.
"
Mr.
Earnshaw
,
"
I
continued
,
"
directs
me
to
wait
on
myself
:
I
will
.
I
'm
not
going
to
act
the
lady
among
you
,
for
fear
I
should
starve
.
"
"
Gooid
Lord
!
"
he
muttered
,
sitting
down
,
and
stroking
his
ribbed
stockings
from
the
knee
to
the
ankle
.
"
If
there
's
to
be
fresh
otherings
--
just
when
I
getten
used
to
two
maisters
,
if
I
mun
hev
a
mistress
set
o'er
my
heead
,
it
's
like
time
to
be
flitting
.
I
niver
did
think
to
see
t
'
day
that
I
mud
lave
th
'
owld
place
--
but
I
doubt
it
's
night
at
hand
!
"
This
lamentation
drew
no
notice
from
me
:
I
went
briskly
to
work
,
sighing
to
remember
a
period
when
it
would
have
been
all
merry
fun
;
but
compelled
speedily
to
drive
off
the
remembrance
.
It
racked
me
to
recall
past
happiness
,
and
the
greater
peril
there
was
of
conjuring
up
its
apparition
,
the
quicker
the
thible
ran
round
,
and
the
faster
the
handfuls
of
meal
fell
into
the
water
.
Joseph
beheld
my
style
of
cookery
with
growing
indignation
.
"
Thear
!
"
he
ejaculated
,
"
Hareton
,
thou
will
n't
sup
thy
porridge
toneeght
;
they
'll
be
naught
but
lumps
as
big
as
my
neive
.
Thear
,
agean
!
I
'd
fling
in
bowl
un
all
,
if
I
wer
ye
!
There
,
pale
t
'
gulip
off
,
un
'
then
ye
'll
hae
done
wi
'
t.
Bang
,
bang
.
It
's
a
mercy
t
'
bothom
is
n't
deaved
out
!
"
It
was
rather
a
rough
mess
,
I
own
,
when
poured
into
the
basins
;
four
had
been
provided
,
and
a
gallon
pitcher
of
new
milk
was
brought
from
the
dairy
,
which
Hareton
seized
and
comenced
drinking
and
spilling
from
the
expansive
lip
.
I
expostulated
,
and
desired
that
he
should
have
his
in
a
mug
;
affirming
that
I
could
not
taste
the
liquid
treated
so
dirtily
.
The
old
cynic
chose
to
be
vastly
offended
at
this
nicety
;
assuring
me
,
repeatedly
,
that
"
the
bairn
was
every
bit
as
good
"
as
I
,
"
and
every
bit
as
wollsome
,
"
and
wondering
how
I
could
fashion
to
be
so
conceited
.
Meanwhile
,
the
infant
ruffian
continued
sucking
;
and
glowered
at
me
defyingly
,
as
he
slavered
into
the
jug
.
"
I
shall
have
my
supper
in
another
room
,
"
I
said
.
"
Have
you
no
place
you
call
a
parlour
?
"
