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387 by his quivering lip and furious eyes that the outrage committed on his precious shrubs was detected. He must have seen Cathy and her cousin about the spot before he examined it, for while his jaws worked like those of a cow chewing its cud, and rendered his speech difficult to understand, he began: “Aw mun hev my wage, and Aw mun goa! Aw hed aimed tuh dee, wheare Aw’d sarved fur sixty year; un Aw thowt Aw’d lug my books up intuh t’ garret, un all my bits uh stuff, un they sud hev t’ kitchen tuh theirseln; fur t’ sake uh quietness. It wur hard tuh gie up my awn hearthstun, bud Aw thowt Aw could do that! Bud nah shoo’s taan my garden frough me, un by th’ heart! Maister, Aw cannot stand it! Yah muh bend tuh th’ yoak, and ye will--Aw’ noan used to ’t, and an ow’d man doesn’t sooin get used tuh new barthens. Aw’d rayther arn my bite an my sup wi’ a hammer in th’ road!” “Now, now, idiot!” interrupted Heathcliff, “cut it short! What’s your grievance? I’ll interfere in no quarrels between you and Nelly: she may thrust you into the coal-hole for anything I care.” “It’s noan Nelly!” answered Joseph. “Aw sudn’t shift for Nelly,--nasty, ill nowt as shoo is. Thank God! shoo cannot stale t’ sowl uh nob’dy! Shoo wer niver soa handsome, bud whet a body mud look at her baht winking. It’s yon flaysome, graceless quean, ut’s witched ahr lad, wi’ her bold een, un her forrard ways--till-- Nay! It fair bursts my heart! He’s forgetten all E done for him, un made on him, un goan un riven up a whole row ut t’ grandest currant-trees, i’ t’ garden!” and here he lamented outright, unmanned by a sense of his bitter injuries, and Earnshaw’s ingratitude and dangerous condition. |
