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409 threatening thunder--and, just at the turn of the Heights, I encountered a little boy with a sheep and two lambs before him; he was crying terribly, and I supposed the lambs were skittish, and would not be guided. “What is the matter, my little man?” I asked. “They’s Heathcliff and a woman, yonder, under t’ nab,” he blubbered, “un Aw darnut pass em.” I saw nothing; but neither the sheep nor he would go on; so I bid him take the road lower down. He probably raised the phantoms from thinking, as he traversed the moors alone, on the nonsense he had heard his parents and companions repeat;--yet still, I don’t like being out in the dark, now; and I don’t like being left by myself in this grim house: I cannot help it; I shall be glad when they leave it, and shift to the Grange! “They are going to the Grange then?” I said. “Yes,” answered Mrs. Dean, “as soon as they are married; and that will be on New Year’s day.” “And who will live here, then?” “Why, Joseph will take care of the house, and, perhaps, a lad to keep him company. They will live in the kitchen, and the rest will be shut up.” “For the use of such ghosts as choose to inhabit it,” I observed. “No, Mr. Lockwood,” said Nelly, shaking her head. “I believe the dead are at peace; but it is not right to speak of them with levity.” At that moment the garden gate swung to; the ramblers were returning. “They are afraid of nothing,” I grumbled, watching their |
