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102 aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He’s always, always in my mind--not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being. So don’t talk of our separation again; it is impracticable, and--” She paused, and hid her face in the folds of my gown; but I jerked it forcibly away. I was out of patience with her folly! “If I can make any sense of your nonsense, Miss,” I said, “it only goes to convince me that you are ignorant of the duties you undertake in marrying, or else that you are a wicked, unprincipled girl. But trouble me with no more secrets; I’ll not promise to keep them.” “You’ll keep that?” she asked eagerly. “No, I’ll not promise,” I repeated. She was about to insist, when the entrance of Joseph finished our conversation; and Catherine removed her seat to a corner, and nursed Hareton, while I made the supper. After it was cooked, my fellow-servant and I began to quarrel who should carry some to Mr. Hindley; and we didn’t settle it till all was nearly cold. Then we came to the agreement that we would let him ask, if he wanted any; for we feared particularly to go into his presence when he had been some time alone. “Und hah isn’t that nowt comed in frough th’ field, be this time? What is he abaht? girt eedle seeght!” demanded the old man, looking round for Heathcliff. “I’ll call him,” I replied. “He’s in the barn, I’ve no doubt.” I went and called, but got no answer. On returning, I whispered to Catherine that he had heard a good part of what she said, I was |
