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FORTWOMONTHSthefugitivesremainedabsent;inthosetwomonths,Mrs.Lintonencounteredandconqueredtheworstshockofwhatwasdenominatedabrainfever.
NomothercouldhavenursedanonlychildmoredevotedlythanEdgartendedher.
Dayandnighthewaswatching,andpatientlyenduringalltheannoyancesthatirritablenervesandashakenreasoncouldinflict;and,thoughKennethremarkedthatwhathesavedfromthegravewouldonlyrecompensehiscarebyformingthesourceofconstantfutureanxiety—infact,thathishealthandstrengthwerebeingsacrificedtopreserveamereruinofhumanity—heknewnolimitsingratitudeandjoywhenCatherine’slifewasdeclaredoutofdanger;andhourafterhourhewouldsitbesideher,tracingthegradualreturntobodilyhealth,andflatteringhistoosanguinehopeswiththeillusionthathermindwouldsettlebacktoitsrightbalancealso,andshewouldsoonbeentirelyherformerself.
ThefirsttimesheleftherchamberwasatthecommencementofthefollowingMarch.
Mr.Lintonhadputonherpillow,inthemorning,ahandfulofgoldencrocuses;hereye,longstrangertoanygleamofpleasure,caughttheminwaking,andshonedelightedasshegatheredthemeagerlytogether.
“ThesearetheearliestflowersattheHeights,”sheexclaimed.
“Theyremindmeofsoftthawwinds,andwarmsunshine,andnearlymeltedsnow.
Edgar,istherenotasouthwind,andisnotthesnowalmostgone?”
“Thesnowisquitegonedownhere,darling,”repliedherhusband;“andIonlyseetwowhitespotsonthewholerangeofmoors:theskyisblue,andthelarksaresinging,andthebecksandbrooksareallbrimfull.
Catherine,lastspringatthistime,Iwaslongingtohaveyouunderthisroof,now,Iwishyouwereamileortwoupthosehills:theairblowssosweetly,Ifeelthatitwouldcureyou.”
“Ishallneverbetherebutoncemore,”saidtheinvalid;“andthenyou’llleaveme,andIshallremainforever.
Nextspringyou’lllongagaintohavemeunderthisroof,andyou’lllookbackandthinkyouwerehappyto-day.”
Lintonlavishedonherthekindestcaresses,andtriedtocheerherbythefondestwords;but,vaguelyregardingtheflowers,sheletthetearscollectonherlashesandstreamdownhercheeksunheeding.
Weknewshewasreallybetter,and,therefore,decidedthatlongconfinementtoasingleplaceproducedmuchofthisdespondency,anditmightbepartiallyremovedbyachangeofscene.
Themastertoldmetolightafireinthemany-weeks-desertedparlour,andtosetaneasy-chairinthesunshinebythewindow;andthenhebroughtherdown,andshesatalongwhileenjoyingthegenialheat,and,asweexpected,revivedbytheobjectsroundher:which,thoughfamiliar,werefreefromthedrearyassociationsinvestingherhatedsickchamber.
Byevening,sheseemedgreatlyexhausted;yetnoargumentscouldpersuadehertoreturntothatapartment,andIhadtoarrangetheparloursofaforherbed,tillanotherroomcouldbeprepared.
Toobviatethefatigueofmountinganddescendingthestairs,wefittedupthis,whereyoulieatpresent:onthesamefloorwiththeparlour;andshewassoonstrongenoughtomovefromonetotheother,leaningonEdgar’sarm.
Ah,Ithoughtmyselfshemightrecover,sowaitedonasshewas.
Andtherewasdoublecausetodesireit,foronherexistencedependedthatofanother:wecherishedthehopethatinalittlewhile,Mr.Linton’sheartwouldbegladdened,andhislandssecuredfromastranger’sgripe,bythebirthofanheir.
IshouldmentionthatIsabellasenttoherbrother,somesixweeksfromherdeparture,ashortnote,announcinghermarriagewithHeathcliff.
Itappeareddryandcold;butatthebottomwasdottedinwithpencilanobscureapology,andanentreatyforkindremembranceandreconciliation,ifherproceedinghadoffendedhim:assertingthatshecouldnothelpitthen,andbeingdone,shehadnownopowertorepealit.
Lintondidnotreplytothis,Ibelieve;and,inafortnightmore,IgotalongletterwhichIconsideredodd,comingfromthepenofabridejustoutofthehoneymoon.I’llreadit:forIkeepityet.
Anyrelicofthedeadisprecious,iftheywerevaluedliving.
DEARELLEN,itbegins:—
IcamelastnighttoWutheringHeights,andheard,forthefirsttime,thatCatherinehasbeen,andisyet,veryill.
Imustnotwritetoher,Isuppose,andmybrotheriseithertooangryortoodistressedtoanswerwhatIsenthim.
Still,Imustwritetosomebody,andtheonlychoiceleftmeisyou.
InformEdgarthatI’dgivetheworldtoseehisfaceagain—thatmyheartreturnedtoThrushcrossGrangeintwenty-fourhoursafterIleftit,andisthereatthismoment,fullofwarmfeelingsforhim,andCatherine!
Ican’tfollowit,though—(thosewordsareunderlined)theyneednotexpectme,andtheymaydrawwhatconclusionstheyplease;takingcare,however,tolaynothingatthedoorofmyweakwillordeficientaffection.
Theremainderoftheletterisforyourselfalone.
Iwanttoaskyoutwoquestions:thefirstis—Howdidyoucontrivetopreservethecommonsympathiesofhumannaturewhenyouresidedhere?
Icannotrecogniseanysentimentwhichthosearoundsharewithme.
Thesecondquestion,Ihavegreatinterestin,—IsMr.Heathcliffaman?Ifso,ishemad?Andifnot,isheadevil?
Ishan’ttellmyreasonsformakingthisenquiry;but,Ibeeseechyoutoexplain,ifyoucan,whatIhavemarried:thatis,whenyoucalltoseeme;andyoumustcall,Ellen,verysoon.
Don’twrite,butcome,andbringmesomethingfromEdgar.
Now,youshallhearhowIhavebeenreceivedinmynewhome,asIamledtoimaginetheHeightswillbe.
ItistoamusemyselfthatIdwellonsuchsubjectsasthelackofexternalcomforts:theyneveroccupymythoughts,exceptatthemomentwhenImissthem.
Ishouldlaughanddanceforjoy,ifIfoundtheirabsencewasthetotalofmymiseries,andtherestwasanunnaturaldream!
ThesunsetbehindtheGrange,asweturnedontothemoors;bythat,Ijudgeittobesixo’clock;andmycompanionhaltedhalf-an-hour,toinspectthepark,andthegardens,and,probably,theplaceitself,aswellashecould;soitwasdarkwhenwedismountedinthepavedyardofthefarm-house,andyouroldfellow-servant,Joseph,issuedouttoreceiveusbythelightofadipcandle.
Hediditwithacourtesythatredoundedtohiscredit.
Hisfirstactwastoelevatehistorchtoalevelwithmyface,squintmalignantly,projecthisunderlip,andturnaway.
Thenhetookthetwohorses,andledthemintothestables;reappearingforthepurposeoflockingtheoutergate,asifwelivedinanancientcastle.
Heathcliffstayedtospeaktohim,andIenteredthekitchen—adingy,untidyhole;Idaresayyouwouldnotknowit,itissochangedsinceitwasinyourcharge.
Bythefirestoodaruffianlychild,stronginlimbanddirtyingarb,withalookofCatherineinhiseyesandabouthismouth.
“ThisisEdgar’slegalnephew,”Ireflected—“mineinamanner;Imustshakehands,and—yes—Imustkisshim.Itisrighttoestablishagoodunderstandingatthebeginning.”
Iapproached,and,attemptingtotakehischubbyfist,said:
“Howdoyoudo,mydear?”
HerepliedinajargonIdidnotcomprehend.
“ShallyouandIbefriends,Hareton?”wasmynextessayatconversation.
Anoath,andathreattosetThrottleronmeifIdidnot“frameoff,”rewardedmyperseverance.
“Hey,Throttler,lad!”whisperedthelittlewretch,rousingahalf-bredbull-dogfromitslairinacorner.“Now,wiltthoubeganging?”heaskedauthoritatively.
Loveformylifeurgedacompliance;Isteppedoverthethresholdtowaittilltheothersshouldenter.
Mr.Heathcliffwasnowherevisible;andJoseph,whomIfollowedtothestables,andrequestedtoaccompanymein,afterstaringandmutteringtohimself,screweduphisnose,andreplied:
“Mim!mim!mim!DidiverChristianbodyhearaughtlikeit?Minchingun’munching!HowcanItellwhetyesay?”
“Isay,Iwishyoutocomewithmeintothehouse!”Icried,thinkinghimdeaf,yethighlydisgustedathisrudeness.
“Noneo’me!Igettensummutelsetodo,”heanswered,andcontinuedhiswork;movinghislanternjawsmeanwhile,andsurveyingmydressandcountenance(theformeragreatdealtoofine,butthelatter,I’msure,assadashecoulddesire)withsovereigncontempt.
Iwalkedroundtheyard,andthroughawicket,toanotherdoor,atwhichItookthelibertyofknocking,inhopessomemorecivilservantmightshowhimself.
Afterashortsuspense,itwasopenedbyatall,gauntman,withoutneckerchief,andotherwiseextremelyslovenly;hisfeatureswerelostinmassesofshaggyhairthathungonhisshoulders;andhiseyes,too,werelikeaghostlyCatherine’swithalltheirbeautyannihilated.
“What’syourbusinesshere?”hedemandedgrimly.“Whoareyou?”
“MynamewasIsabellaLinton,”Ireplied.“You’veseenmebefore,sir.I’mlatelymarriedtoMr.Heathcliff,andhehasbroughtmehere—Isupposebyyourpermission.”
“Ishecomeback,then?”askedthehermit,glaringlikeahungrywolf.
“Yes—wecamejustnow,”Isaid;“butheleftmebythekitchendoor;andwhenIwouldhavegonein,yourlittleboyplayedsentinelovertheplace,andfrightenedmeoffbythehelpofabull-dog.”
“It’swellthehellishvillainhaskepthisword!”
growledmyfuturehost,searchingthedarknessbeyondmeinexpectationofdiscoveringHeathcliff;andthenheindulgedinasoliloquyofexecrations,andthreatsofwhathewouldhavedonehadthe“fiend”deceivedhim.
Irepentedhavingtriedthissecondentrance,andwasalmostinclinedtoslipawaybeforehefinishedcursing,butereIcouldexecutethatintention,heorderedmein,andshutandre-fastenedthedoor.
Therewasagreatfire,andthatwasallthelightinthehugeapartment,whosefloorhadgrownauniformgrey;andtheoncebrilliantpewterdishes,whichusedtoattractmygazewhenIwasagirl,partookofasimilarobscurity,createdbytarnishanddust.
IenquiredwhetherImightcallthemaid,andbeconductedtoabed-room?Mr.Earnshawvouchsafednoanswer.
Hewalkedupanddown,withhishandsinhispockets,apparentlyquiteforgettingmypresence;andhisabstractionwasevidentlysodeep,andhiswholeaspectsomisanthropical,thatIshrankfromdisturbinghimagain.
You’llnotbesurprised,Ellen,atmyfeelingparticularlycheerless,seatedinworsethansolitudeonthatinhospitablehearth,andrememberingthatfourmilesdistantlaymydelightfulhome,containingtheonlypeopleIlovedonearth;andtheremightaswellbetheAtlantictopartus,insteadofthosefourmiles:Icouldnotoverpassthem!
Iquestionedwithmyself—wheremustIturnforcomfort?
and—mindyou,don’ttellEdgar,orCatherine—aboveeverysorrowbeside,thisrosepre-eminent:despairatfindingnobodywhocouldorwouldbemyallyagainstHeathcliff!
IhadsoughtshelteratWutheringHeights,almostgladly,becauseIwassecuredbythatarrangementfromlivingalonewithhim;butheknewthepeoplewewerecomingamongst,andhedidnotfeartheirintermeddling.
Isatandthoughtadolefultime:theclockstruckeight,andnine,andstillmycompanionpacedtoandfro,hisheadbentonhisbreast,andperfectlysilent,unlessagroanorabitterejaculationforceditselfoutatintervals.
Ilistenedtodetectawoman’svoiceinthehouse,andfilledtheinterimwithwildregretsanddismalanticipations,which,atlast,spokeaudiblyinirrepressiblesighingandweeping.
IwasnotawarehowopenlyIgrieved,tillEarnshawhaltedopposite,inhismeasuredwalk,andgavemeastareofnewly-awakenedsurprise.
Takingadvantageofhisrecoveredattention,Iexclaimed:
“I’mtiredwithmyjourney,andIwanttogotobed!Whereisthemaid-servant?Directmetoher,asshewon’tcometome!”
“Wehavenone,”heanswered,“youmustwaitonyourself!”
“WheremustIsleep,then?”Isobbed:Iwasbeyondregardingself-respect,weigheddownbyfatigueandwretchedness.
“JosephwillshowyouHeathcliff’schamber,”saidhe;“openthatdoor—he’sinthere.”
Iwasgoingtoobey,buthesuddenlyarrestedme,andaddedinthestrangesttone:
“Besogoodastoturnyourlock,anddrawyourbolt—don’tomitit!”
“Well!”Isaid.“Butwhy,Mr.Earnshaw?”IdidnotrelishthenotionofdeliberatelyfasteningmyselfinwithHeathcliff.
“Lookhere!”hereplied,pullingfromhiswaist-coatacuriouslyconstructedpistol,havingadouble-edgedspringknifeattachedtothebarrel.
“That’sagreattemptertoadesperateman,isitnot?
Icannotresistgoingupwiththiseverynight,andtryinghisdoor.IfonceIfinditopenhe’sdonefor!
Idoitinvariably,eventhoughtheminutebeforeIhavebeenrecallingahundredreasonsthatshouldmakemerefrain:itissomedevilthaturgesmetothwartmyownschemesbykillinghim.
Youfightagainstthatdevilforloveaslongasyoumay;whenthetimecomes,notalltheangelsinheavenshallsavehim!”
Isurveyedtheweaponinquisitively.Ahideousnotionstruckme:howpowerfulIshouldbepossessingsuchaninstrument!
Itookitfromhishand,andtouchedtheblade.
Helookedastonishedattheexpressionmyfaceassumedduringabriefsecond:itwasnothorror,itwascovetousness.
Hesnatchedthepistolback,jealously;shuttheknife,andreturnedittoitsconcealment.
“Idon’tcareifyoutellhim,”saidhe.“puthimonhisguard,andwatchforhim.Youknowthetermsweareon,Isee:hisdangerdoesnotshockyou.”
“WhathasHeathcliffdonetoyou?”Iasked.“Inwhathashewrongedyou,towarrantthisappallinghatred?Wouldn’titbewisertobidhimquitthehouse?”
“No!”thunderedEarnshaw,“shouldheoffertoleaveme,he’sadeadman:persuadehimtoattemptit,andyouareamurderess!
AmItoloseall,withoutachanceofretrieval?IsHaretontobeabeggar?Oh,damnation!
Iwillhaveitback;andI’llhavehisgoldtoo;andthenhisblood;andhellshallhavehissoul!
Itwillbetentimesblackerwiththatguestthaneveritwasbefore!”
You’veacquaintedme,Ellen,withyouroldmaster’shabits.
Heisclearlyonthevergeofmadness:hewassolastnightatleast.
Ishudderedtobenearhim,andthoughtontheservant’sill-bredmorosenessascomparativelyagreeable.
Henowrecommencedhismoodywalk,andIraisedthelatch,andescapedintothekitchen.
Josephwasbendingoverthefire,peeringintoalargepanthatswungaboveit;andawoodenbowlofoatmealstoodonthesettlecloseby.
Thecontentsofthepanbegantoboll,andheturnedtoplungehishandintothebowl;Iconjecturedthatthispreparationwasprobablyforoursupper,and,beinghungry,Iresolveditshouldbeeatable;so,cryingoutsharply,“I’llmaketheporridge!”
Iremovedthevesseloutofhisreach,andproceededtotakeoffmyhatandridinghabit.
“Mr.Earnshaw,”Icontinued,“directsmetowaitonmyself:Iwill.
I’mnotgoingtoacttheladyamongyou,forfearIshouldstarve.”
“GooidLord!”hemuttered,sittingdown,andstrokinghisribbedstockingsfromthekneetotheankle.
“Ifthere’stobefreshotherings—justwhenIgettenusedtotwomaisters,ifImunhevamistressseto’ermyheead,it’sliketimetobeflitting.
Iniverdidthinktoseet’daythatImudlaveth’owldplace—butIdoubtit’snightathand!”
Thislamentationdrewnonoticefromme:Iwentbrisklytowork,sighingtorememberaperiodwhenitwouldhavebeenallmerryfun;butcompelledspeedilytodriveofftheremembrance.
Itrackedmetorecallpasthappiness,andthegreaterperiltherewasofconjuringupitsapparition,thequickerthethibleranround,andthefasterthehandfulsofmealfellintothewater.
Josephbeheldmystyleofcookerywithgrowingindignation.
“Thear!”heejaculated,“Hareton,thouwilln’tsupthyporridgetoneeght;they’llbenaughtbutlumpsasbigasmyneive.Thear,agean!I’dflinginbowlunall,ifIwerye!
There,palet’gulipoff,un’thenye’llhaedonewi’t.Bang,bang.
It’samercyt’bothomisn’tdeavedout!”
Itwasratheraroughmess,Iown,whenpouredintothebasins;fourhadbeenprovided,andagallonpitcherofnewmilkwasbroughtfromthedairy,whichHaretonseizedandcomenceddrinkingandspillingfromtheexpansivelip.
Iexpostulated,anddesiredthatheshouldhavehisinamug;affirmingthatIcouldnottastetheliquidtreatedsodirtily.
Theoldcynicchosetobevastlyoffendedatthisnicety;assuringme,repeatedly,that“thebairnwaseverybitasgood”asI,“andeverybitaswollsome,”andwonderinghowIcouldfashiontobesoconceited.
Meanwhile,theinfantruffiancontinuedsucking;andgloweredatmedefyingly,asheslaveredintothejug.
“Ishallhavemysupperinanotherroom,”Isaid.“Haveyounoplaceyoucallaparlour?”
“Parlour!”heechoedsneeringly,“parlour!Nay,we’venoaparlours.Ifyahdunnutloikewercompany,there’smaister’s;un’ifyahdunnotloikemaister,there’sus.”
“ThenIshallgoupstairs!”Ianswered;“showmeachamber.”
Iputmybasinonatray,andwentmyselftofetchsomemoremilk.
Withgreatgrumblings,thefellowrose,andprecededmeinmyascent:wemountedtothegarrets;heopenedadoor,nowandthen,tolookintotheapartmentswepassed.
“Here’sarahm,”hesaid,atlast,flingingbackacrankyboardonhinges.
“It’sweeleneughtoateafewporridgein.
There’sapacko’corni’t’corner,thear,meeterlyclane;ifye’refeardo’muckyingyergrandsilkcloes,spreadyerhankerchiro’t’topon’t.”
The“rahm”wasakindoflumberholesmellingstrongofmaltandgrain;varioussacksofwhicharticleswerepiledaround,leavingawide,barespaceinthemiddle.
“Why,man!”Iexclaimed,facinghimangrily,“thisisnotaplacetosleepin.Iwishtoseemybedroom.”
“Bed-rume!”lierepeated,inatoneofmockery.“Yah’sseeallt’bed-rumesthearis—yon’smine.”
Hepointedintothesecondgarret,onlydifferingfromthefirstinbeingmorenakedaboutthewalls,andhavingalargelow,curtainedbed,withanindigo-colouredquiltatoneend.
“WhatdoIwantwithyours?”Iretorted.“IsupposeMr.Heathcliffdoesnotlodgeatthetopofthehouse,doeshe?”
“Oh!it’sMaisterHathecliff’sye’rewanting!”criedhe,asifmakinganewdiscovery.“Couldn’tyeha’saidsoa,atonst?
unthen,Imudha’telledye,bahtallthiswark,thatthat’sjustoneyecannutsee—heallaskeepsitlocked,unnob’dyivermellson’tbuthisseln.”
“You’veanicehouse,Joseph,”Icouldnotrefrainfromobserving,“andpleasantinmates;andIthinktheconcentratedessenceofallthemadnessintheworldtookupitsabodeinmybrainthedayIlinkedmyfatewiththeirs!
However,thatisnottothepresentpurpose—thereareotherrooms.
Forheaven’ssakebequick,andletmesettlesomewhere!”
Hemadenoreplytothisadjuration;onlyploddingdoggedlydownthewoodensteps,andhaltingbeforeanapartmentwhich,fromthathaltandthesuperiorqualityofitsfurniture,Iconjecturedtobethebestone.
Therewasacarpet:agoodone,butthepatternwasobliteratedbydust;afireplacehungwithcutpaper,droppingtopieces,ahandsomeoakbedsteadwithamplecrimsoncurtainsofratherexpensivematerialandmodernmake;buttheyhadevidentlyexperiencedroughusage:thevalanceshunginfestoons,wrenchedfromtheirrings,andtheironrodsupportingthemwasbentinanarcononeside,causingthedraperytotrailuponthefloor.
Thechairswerealsodamaged,manyofthemseverely;anddeepindentationsdeformedthepanelsofthewalls.
Iwasendeavouringtogatherresolutionforenteringandtakingpossession,whenmyfoolofaguideannounced,“Thishereist’maister’s.”
Mysupperbythistimewascold,myappetitegone,andmypatienceexhausted.
Iinsistedonbeingprovidedinstantlywithaplaceofrefuge,andmeansofrepose.
“Whearthedivil?”beganthereligiouselder.“TheLordblessus!TheLordforgieus!Whearthehellwoldyegang?yemarried,wearisomenowt!
Ye’veseenallbutHareton’sbitofcham’er.
There’snotanotherhoiletoligdownini’th’hahse!”
Iwassovexed,Iflungmytrayanditscontentsontheground;andthenseatedmyselfatthestairs-head,hidmyfaceinmyhands,andcried.
“Ech!ech!”exclaimedJoseph.“Weeldone,MissCathy!weeldone,MissCathy!
Howsiver,t’maistersalljusttum’leo’erthembrockenpots;un’thenwe’shearsummut;we’shearhowit’stobe.Gooid-for-naughtmadling!
yedesarvepiningfro’thistoChurstmas,flingingt’preciousgiftso’Godunderfooiti’yerflaysomerages!
But,I’mmista’enifyeshowyersperritlang.
WillHathecliffbidesichbonnyways,thinkye?
Inobbutwishhemaycatchyei’thatplisky.Inobbutwishhemay.”
Andsohewentonscoldingtohisdenbeneath,takingthecandlewithhim;andIremainedinthedark.
Theperiodofreflectionsucceedingthissillyaction,compelledmetoadmitthenecessityofsmotheringmyprideandchokingmywrath,andbestirringmyselftoremoveitseffects.
AnunexpectedaidpresentlyappearedintheshapeThrottler,whomInowrecognizedasasonofouroldSkulker:ithadspentitswhelphoodattheGrange,andwasgivenbymyfathertoMr.Hindley.
Ifancyitknewme:itpusheditsnoseagainstminebywayofsalute,andthenhastenedtodevourtheporridge;whileIgropedfromsteptostep,collectingtheshatteredearthenware,anddryingthespattersofmilkfromthebanisterwithmypocket-handkerchief.
OurlabourswerescarcelyoverwhenIheardEarnshaw’streadinthepassage;myassistanttuckedinhistail,andpressedtothewall;Istoleintothenearestdoorway.
Thedog’sendeavourtovoidhimwasunsuccessful;asIguessedbyascutterdownstairs,andaprolonged,piteousyelping.Ihadbetterluck!
hepassedon,enteredhischamber,andshutthedoor.
DirectlyafterJosephcameupwithHareton,toputhimtobed.
IhadfoundshelterinHareton’sroom,andtheoldman,onseeingme,said:
“They’srahmforboathyeunyerpride,now,Isudthink,i’thehahse.It’sempty;yemayhevitalltoyerseln,unHimasallasmakesathird,i’sichillcompany!”
GladlydidItakeadvantageofthisintimation;andtheminuteIflungmyselfintoachair,bythefire,Inodded,andslept.
Myslumberwasdeepandsweet,thoughoverfartoosoon.
Mr.Heathcliffawokeme;hehadjustcomein,anddemanded,inhislovingmanner,whatIwasdoingthere?
Itoldhimthecauseofmystayingupsolate—thathehadthekeyofourroominhispocket.Theadjectiveourgavemortaloffence.
Hesworeitwasnot,norevershouldbe,mine;andhe’d—ButI’llnotrepeathislanguage,nordescribehishabitualconduct.
Heisingeniousandunrestinginseekingtogainmyabhorrence!
Isometimeswonderathimwithanintensitythatdeadensmyfear:yet,Iassureyou,atigeroravenomousserpentcouldnotrouseterrorinmeequaltothatwhichhewakens.
HetoldmeofCatherine’sillness,andaccusedmybrotherofcausingit;promisingthatIshouldbeEdgar’sproxyinsuffering,tillhecouldgetholdofhim.
Idohatehim—Iamwretched—Ihavebeenafool!BewareofutteringonebreathofthistoanyoneattheGrange.Ishallexpectyoueveryday—don’tdisappointme!
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