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128 consolation. But she uttered falsehoods, didn’t she? Mr. Heathcliff is not a fiend; he has an honourable soul, and a true one, or how could he remember her?” “Banish him from your thoughts, Miss,” I said. “He’s a bird of bad omen: no mate for you. Mrs. Linton spoke strongly, and yet I can’t contradict her. She is better acquainted with his heart than I, or any one besides, and she never would represent him as worse than he is. Honest people don’t hide their deeds. How has he been living? how has he got rich? why is he staying at Wuthering Heights, the house of a man whom he abhors? They say Mr. Earnshaw is worse and worse since he came. They sit up all night together continually, and Hindley has been borrowing money on his land, and does nothing but play and drink: I heard only a week ago--it was Joseph who told me--I met him at Gimmerton: ‘Nelly,’ he said, ‘we’s hae a Crahnr’s ’quest enah, at ahr folks. One on ’em’s a’most getten his finger cut off wi’ hauding t’ other froo’ sticking hisseln loike a cawlf. That’s maister, yah knaw, ut’s soa up uh going tuh t’ grand ‘sizes. He’s noan feard uh t’ Bench uh judges, norther Paul, nur Peter, nur John, nor Matthew, nor noan on ’em, nut he! He fair likes he langs tuh set his brazened face agean ’em! And yon bonny lad Heathcliff, yah mind, he’s a rare un! He can girn a laugh as well’s onybody at a raight divil’s jest. Does he niver say nowt of his fine living amang us, when he goas tuh t’ Grange? This is t’ way on ’t:--up at sun-dahn; dice, brandy, cloised shutters, und can’le-leeght till next day, at nooin; then, t’ fooil gangs banning un raving tuh his cham’er, makking dacent fowks dig thur fingers i’ thur lugs fur varry shaume; un the knave, wah, he can cahnt his brass, un ate, un sleep, un off tuh his neighbour’s tuh gossip wi’ t’ wife. I’ course, he tells Dame |
