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402 generally chose, and I put a basin of coffee before him. He drew it nearer, and then rested his arms on the table, and looked at the opposite wall, as I supposed, surveying one particular portion, up and down, with glittering, restless eyes, and with such eager interest that he stopped breathing during half a minute together. “Come now!” I exclaimed, pushing some bread against his hand, “eat and drink that, while it is hot. It has been waiting near an hour.” He didn’t notice me, and yet he smiled. I’d rather have seen him gnash his teeth than smile so. “Mr. Heathcliff! master!” I cried, “don’t, for God’s sake, stare as if you saw an unearthly vision.” “Don’t, for God’s sake, shout so loud,” he replied. “Turn round, and tell me, are we by ourselves?” “Of course,” was my answer; “of course we are.” Still, I involuntarily obeyed him, as if I were not quite sure. With a sweep of his hand he cleared a vacant space in front among the breakfast things, and leant forward to gaze more at his ease. Now, I perceived he was not looking at the wall; for when I regarded him alone, it seemed exactly that he gazed at something within two yards distance. And whatever it was, it communicated, apparently, both pleasure and pain, in exquisite extremes; at least, the anguished yet raptured expression of his countenance suggested that idea. The fancied object was not fixed, either; his eyes pursued it with unwearied vigilance, and, even in speaking to me, were never weaned away. I vainly reminded him of his protracted abstinence from food; if |
