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106 stay there now. He guesses we shouldn’t wait for him till this late hour; at least, he guesses that only Mr. Hindley would be up; and he’d rather avoid having the door opened by the master.” “Nay, nay, he’s noan at Gimmerton!” said Joseph. “Aw’s niver wonder, bud he’s at t’ bothom of a bog-hoile. This visitation worn’t for nowt, und Aw wod hev ye tuh look aht, Miss--yah muh be t’ next. Thank Hivin for all! All warks togither for gooid tuh them as is chozzen, and piked aht froo’ th’ rubbidge! Yah knaw whet t’ Scripture ses--” And he began quoting several texts, referring us to the chapters and verses where we might find them. I, having vainly begged the wilful girl to rise and remove her wet things, left him preaching and her shivering, and betook myself to bed with little Hareton, who slept as fast as if every one had been sleeping round him. I heard Joseph read on a while afterwards; then I distinguished his slow step on the ladder, and then I dropped asleep. Coming down somewhat later than usual, I saw, by the sunbeams piercing the chinks of the shutters, Miss Catherine still seated near the fireplace. The house door was ajar, too; light entered from its unclosed windows; Hindley had come out, and stood on the kitchen hearth, haggard and drowsy. “What ails you, Cathy?” he was saying when I entered; “you look as dismal as a drowned whelp. Why are you so damp and pale, child?” “I’ve been wet,” she answered reluctantly, “and I’m cold, that’s all.” “Oh, she is naughty!” I cried, perceiving the master to be tolerably sober. “She got steeped in the shower of yesterday evening, and there she has sat the night through, and I couldn’t |
