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"
Parlour
!
"
he
echoed
sneeringly
,
"
parlour
!
Nay
,
we
've
noa
parlours
.
If
yah
dunnut
loike
wer
company
,
there
's
maister
's
;
un
'
if
yah
dunnot
loike
maister
,
there
's
us
.
"
"
Then
I
shall
go
upstairs
!
"
I
answered
;
"
show
me
a
chamber
.
"
I
put
my
basin
on
a
tray
,
and
went
myself
to
fetch
some
more
milk
.
With
great
grumblings
,
the
fellow
rose
,
and
preceded
me
in
my
ascent
:
we
mounted
to
the
garrets
;
he
opened
a
door
,
now
and
then
,
to
look
into
the
apartments
we
passed
.
"
Here
's
a
rahm
,
"
he
said
,
at
last
,
flinging
back
a
cranky
board
on
hinges
.
"
It
's
weel
eneugh
to
ate
a
few
porridge
in
.
There
's
a
pack
o
'
corn
i
'
t
'
corner
,
thear
,
meeterly
clane
;
if
ye
're
feard
o
'
muckying
yer
grand
silk
cloes
,
spread
yer
hankerchir
o
'
t
'
top
o
n't
.
"
The
"
rahm
"
was
a
kind
of
lumberhole
smelling
strong
of
malt
and
grain
;
various
sacks
of
which
articles
were
piled
around
,
leaving
a
wide
,
bare
space
in
the
middle
.
"
Why
,
man
!
"
I
exclaimed
,
facing
him
angrily
,
"
this
is
not
a
place
to
sleep
in
.
I
wish
to
see
my
bedroom
.
"
"
Bed-rume
!
"
lie
repeated
,
in
a
tone
of
mockery
.
"
Yah
's
see
all
t
'
bed-rumes
thear
is
--
yon
's
mine
.
"
He
pointed
into
the
second
garret
,
only
differing
from
the
first
in
being
more
naked
about
the
walls
,
and
having
a
large
low
,
curtained
bed
,
with
an
indigo-coloured
quilt
at
one
end
.
"
What
do
I
want
with
yours
?
"
I
retorted
.
"
I
suppose
Mr.
Heathcliff
does
not
lodge
at
the
top
of
the
house
,
does
he
?
"
