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404 “Nelly, come here--is it morning? Come in with your light.” “It is striking four,” I answered. “You want a candle to take upstairs--you might have lit one at this fire.” “No, I don’t wish to go upstairs,” he said. “Come in, and kindle me a fire, and do anything there is to do about the room.” “I must blow the coals red first, before I can carry any,” I replied, getting a chair and the bellows. He roamed to and fro, meantime, in a state approaching distraction; his heavy sighs succeeding each other so thick as to leave no space for common breathing between. “When day breaks I’ll send for Green,” he said; “I wish to make some legal inquiries of him while I can bestow a thought on those matters, and while I can act calmly. I have not written my will yet; and how to leave my property I cannot determine. I wish I could annihilate it from the face of the earth.” “I would not talk so, Mr. Heathcliff,” I interposed. “Let your will be, a while--you’ll be spared to repent of your many injustices yet! I never expected that your nerves would be disordered--they are, at present, marvellously so, however, and almost entirely through your own fault. The way you’ve passed these three last days might knock up a Titan. Do take some food, and some repose. You need only look at yourself in a glass to see how you require both. Your cheeks are hollow, and your eyes bloodshot, like a person starving with hunger, and going blind with loss of sleep.” “It is not my fault that I cannot eat or rest,” he replied. “I assure you it is through no settled designs. I’ll do both, as soon as I possibly can. But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water rest within arm’s length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I’ll rest. Well, never mind Mr. Green; as to repenting of |
