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342 against her teeth, and her mouth filling with blood; and then she gathered up the bits of the picture, and went and sat down with her face to the wall, and she has never spoken to me since: and I sometimes think she can’t speak for pain. I don’t like to think so; but she’s a naughty thing for crying continually; and she looks so pale and wild, I’m afraid of her!” “And you can get the key if you choose?” I said. “Yes, when I am upstairs,” he answered; “but I can’t walk upstairs now.” “In what apartment is it?” I asked. “Oh,” he cried, “I shan’t tell you where it is! It is our secret. Nobody, neither Hareton nor Zillah are to know. There! you’ve tired me--go away, go away!” And he turned his face on to his arm, and shut his eyes again. I considered it best to depart without seeing Mr. Heathcliff, and bring a rescue for my young lady, from the Grange. On reaching it, the astonishment of my fellow-servants to see me, and their joy also, was intense; and when they heard that their little mistress was safe, two or three were about to hurry up and shout the news at Mr. Edgar’s door, but I bespoke the announcement of it, myself. How changed I found him, even in those few days! He lay an image of sadness and resignation waiting his death. Very young he looked; though his actual age was thirty-nine, one would have called him ten years younger, at least. He thought of Catherine; for he murmured her name. I touched his hand, and spoke. “Catherine is coming, dear master!” I whispered; “she is alive and well, and will be here, I hope, tonight.” I trembled at the first effects of this intelligence: he half rose up, |
