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153 shawl had dropped from the frame. “Why, what is the matter?” cried I. “Who is coward now? Wake up! That is the glass--the mirror, Mrs. Linton; and you see yourself in it, and there am I too, by your side.” Trembling and bewildered, she held me fast, but the horror gradually passed from her countenance; its paleness gave place to a glow of shame. “Oh, dear! I thought I was at home,” she sighed. “I thought I was lying in my chamber at Wuthering Heights. Because I’m weak, my brain got confused, and I screamed unconsciously. Don’t say anything; but stay with me. I dread sleeping: my dreams appal me.” “A sound sleep would do you good, ma’am,” I answered; “and I hope this suffering will prevent your trying starving again.” “Oh, if I were but in my own bed in the old house!” she went on bitterly, wringing her hands. “And that wind sounding in the firs by the lattice. Do let me feel it--it comes straight down the moor-- do let me have one breath!” To pacify her, I held the casement ajar a few seconds. A cold blast rushed through; I closed it, and returned to my post. She lay still now, her face bathed in tears. Exhaustion of body had entirely subdued her spirit; our fiery Catherine was no better than a wailing child. “How long is it since I shut myself in here?” she asked, suddenly reviving. “It was Monday evening,” I replied, “and this is Thursday night, or rather Friday morning, at present.” “What! of the same week?” she exclaimed. “Only that brief time?” |
