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104 myself. “What a trifle scares you! It’s surely no great cause of alarm that Heathcliff should take a moonlight saunter on the moors, or even lie too sulky to speak to us in the hayloft. I’ll engage he’s lurking there. See if I don’t ferret him out!” I departed to renew my search; its result was disappointment, and Joseph’s quest ended in the same. “Yon lad gets war un war!” observed he on re-entering. “He’s left th’ yate ut t’ full swing, and miss’s pony has trodden dahn two rigs uh corn, un plottered through, raight o’er intuh t’ meadow! Hahsomdiver, t’ maister ’ull play t’ devil to-morn, and he’ll do weel. He’s patience itsseln wi’ sich careless, offald craters-- patience itsseln he is! Bud he’ll nut be soa allus--yah’s see, all on ye! Yah mumn’t drive him aht uf his heead fur nowt!” “Have you found Heathcliff, you ass?” interrupted Catherine. “Have you been looking for him, as I ordered?” “Aw sud more likker look for th’ horse,” he replied. “It ’ud be tuh more sense. Bud, Aw can look for norther horse nur man uf a neeght loike this--as black as t’ chimbley! und Hathecliff’s noan t’ chap tuh coom ut maw whistle--happen he’ll be less hard uh hearing wi’ ye!” It was a very dark evening for summer: the clouds appeared inclined to thunder, and I said we had better all sit down; the approaching rain would be certain to bring him home without further trouble. However, Catherine would not be persuaded into tranquillity. She kept wandering to and fro, from the gate to the door, in a state of agitation which permitted no repose; and at length took up a permanent position on one side of the wall, near the road; where, heedless of my expostulations and the growling thunder, and the great drops that began to plash around her, she |
