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107 prevail on her to stir.” Mr. Earnshaw stared at us in surprise. “The night through,” he repeated. “What kept her up? not fear of the thunder, surely? That was over hours since.” Neither of us wished to mention Heathcliff’s absence, as long as we could conceal it; so I replied, I didn’t know how she took it into her head to sit up; and she said nothing. The morning was fresh and cool; I threw back the lattice, and presently the room filled with sweet scents from the garden; but Catherine called peevishly to me, “Ellen, shut the window. I’m starving!” And her teeth chattered as she shrunk closer to the almost extinguished embers. “She’s ill,” said Hindley, taking her wrist; “I suppose that’s the reason she would not go to bed. Damn it! I don’t want to be troubled with more sickness here. What took you into the rain?” “Running after t’ lads, as usuald!” croaked Joseph, catching an opportunity, from our hesitation, to thrust in his evil tongue. “If Aw wur yah, maister, Aw’d just slam t’ boards i’ their faces all on ’em, gentle and simple! Never a day ut yah’re off, but yon cat uh Linton comes sneaking hither; and Miss Nelly, shoo’s a fine lass! shoo sits watching for ye i’ t’ kitchen; and as yah’re in at one door, he’s aht at t’ other; und, then, wer grand lady goes a coorting uf hor side! It’s bonny behaviour, lurking amang t’ fields, after twelve ut’ night, wi’ that fahl, flaysome divil uf a gypsy, Heathcliff! They think Aw’m blind; but Aw’m noan, nowt ut t’ soart! Aw seed young Linton, boath coming and going, and Aw seed yah” (directing his discourse to me), “yah gooid fur nowt, slattenly witch! nip up und bolt intuh th’ hahs, t’ minute yah heard t’ maister’s horse fit clatter up t’ road.” “Silence, eavesdropper!” cried Catherine; “none of your |
