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"

Oh

!

it

's

Maister

Hathecliff

's

ye

're

wanting

!

"

cried

he

,

as

if

making

a

new

discovery

.

"

Could

n't

ye

ha

'

said

soa

,

at

onst

?

un

then

,

I

mud

ha

'

telled

ye

,

baht

all

this

wark

,

that

that

's

just

one

ye

cannut

see

--

he

allas

keeps

it

locked

,

un

nob

'd

y

iver

mells

o

n't

but

hisseln

.

"

"

You

've

a

nice

house

,

Joseph

,

"

I

could

not

refrain

from

observing

,

"

and

pleasant

inmates

;

and

I

think

the

concentrated

essence

of

all

the

madness

in

the

world

took

up

its

abode

in

my

brain

the

day

I

linked

my

fate

with

theirs

!

However

,

that

is

not

to

the

present

purpose

--

there

are

other

rooms

.

For

heaven

's

sake

be

quick

,

and

let

me

settle

somewhere

!

"

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He

made

no

reply

to

this

adjuration

;

only

plodding

doggedly

down

the

wooden

steps

,

and

halting

before

an

apartment

which

,

from

that

halt

and

the

superior

quality

of

its

furniture

,

I

conjectured

to

be

the

best

one

.

There

was

a

carpet

:

a

good

one

,

but

the

pattern

was

obliterated

by

dust

;

a

fireplace

hung

with

cut

paper

,

dropping

to

pieces

,

a

handsome

oak

bedstead

with

ample

crimson

curtains

of

rather

expensive

material

and

modern

make

;

but

they

had

evidently

experienced

rough

usage

:

the

valances

hung

in

festoons

,

wrenched

from

their

rings

,

and

the

iron

rod

supporting

them

was

bent

in

an

arc

on

one

side

,

causing

the

drapery

to

trail

upon

the

floor

.

The

chairs

were

also

damaged

,

many

of

them

severely

;

and

deep

indentations

deformed

the

panels

of

the

walls

.

I

was

endeavouring

to

gather

resolution

for

entering

and

taking

possession

,

when

my

fool

of

a

guide

announced

,

"

This

here

is

t

'

maister

's

.

"

My

supper

by

this

time

was

cold

,

my

appetite

gone

,

and

my

patience

exhausted

.

I

insisted

on

being

provided

instantly

with

a

place

of

refuge

,

and

means

of

repose

.

"

Whear

the

divil

?

"

began

the

religious

elder

.

"

The

Lord

bless

us

!

The

Lord

forgie

us

!

Whear

the

hell

wold

ye

gang

?

ye

married

,

wearisome

nowt

!

Ye

've

seen

all

but

Hareton

's

bit

of

cham

'

er

.

There

's

not

another

hoile

to

lig

down

in

i

'

th

'

hahse

!

"

I

was

so

vexed

,

I

flung

my

tray

and

its

contents

on

the

ground

;

and

then

seated

myself

at

the

stairs-head

,

hid

my

face

in

my

hands

,

and

cried

.

"

Ech

!

ech

!

"

exclaimed

Joseph

.

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"

Weel

done

,

Miss

Cathy

!

weel

done

,

Miss

Cathy

!

Howsiver

,

t

'

maister

sall

just

tum

'

le

o'er

them

brocken

pots

;

un

'

then

we

's

hear

summut

;

we

's

hear

how

it

's

to

be

.

Gooid-for-naught

madling

!

ye

desarve

pining

fro

'

this

to

Churstmas

,

flinging

t

'

precious

gifts

o

'

God

under

fooit

i

'

yer

flaysome

rages

!

But

,

I

'm

mista'en

if

ye

show

yer

sperrit

lang

.

Will

Hathecliff

bide

sich

bonny

ways

,

think

ye

?

I

nobbut

wish

he

may

catch

ye

i

'

that

plisky

.

I

nobbut

wish

he

may

.

"

And

so

he

went

on

scolding

to

his

den

beneath

,

taking

the

candle

with

him

;

and

I

remained

in

the

dark

.

The

period

of

reflection

succeeding

this

silly

action

,

compelled

me

to

admit

the

necessity

of

smothering

my

pride

and

choking

my

wrath

,

and

bestirring

myself

to

remove

its

effects

.

An

unexpected

aid

presently

appeared

in

the

shape

Throttler

,

whom

I

now

recognized

as

a

son

of

our

old

Skulker

:

it

had

spent

its

whelphood

at

the

Grange

,

and

was

given

by

my

father

to

Mr.

Hindley

.

I

fancy

it

knew

me

:

it

pushed

its

nose

against

mine

by

way

of

salute

,

and

then

hastened

to

devour

the

porridge

;

while

I

groped

from

step

to

step

,

collecting

the

shattered

earthenware

,

and

drying

the

spatters

of

milk

from

the

banister

with

my

pocket-handkerchief

.

Our

labours

were

scarcely

over

when

I

heard

Earnshaw

's

tread

in

the

passage

;

my

assistant

tucked

in

his

tail

,

and

pressed

to

the

wall

;

I

stole

into

the

nearest

doorway

.

The

dog

's

endeavour

to

void

him

was

unsuccessful

;

as

I

guessed

by

a

scutter

downstairs

,

and

a

prolonged

,

piteous

yelping

I

had

better

luck

!

he

passed

on

,

entered

his

chamber

,

and

shut

the

door

.

Directly

after

Joseph

came

up

with

Hareton

,

to

put

him

to

bed

.

I

had

found

shelter

in

Hareton

's

room

,

and

the

old

man

,

on

seeing

me

,

said

:

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