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Chapter 9

           TheJonah,inmymind,wasMr.Earnshaw;andIshookthehandleofhisdenthatImightascertainifhewereyetliving.Herepliedaudiblyenough,inafashionwhichmademycompanionvociferate,moreclamorouslythanbefore,thatawidedistinctionmightbedrawnbetweensaintslikehimselfandsinnerslikehismaster.Buttheuproarpassedawayintwentyminutes,leavingusallunharmed;exceptingCathy,whogotthoroughlydrenchedforherobstinacyinrefusingtotakeshelter,andstandingbonnetlessandshawllesstocatchasmuchwaterasshecouldwithherhairandclothes.Shecameinandlaydownonthesettle,allsoakedasshewas,turningherfacetotheback,andputtingherhandsbeforeit.

           "Well,miss!"Iexclaimed,touchinghershoulder;"youarenotbentongettingyourdeath,areyou?Doyouknowwhato’clockitis?Halfpasttwelve.Come,cometobed!there’snousewaitinglongeronthatfoolishboy:he’llbegonetoGimmerton,andhe’llstaytherenow.Heguessesweshouldn’twaitforhimthislatehour:atleast,heguessesthatonlyMr.Hindleywouldbeup;andhe’dratheravoidhavingthedooropenedbythemaster."

           "Nay,nay,he’snoanatGimmerton,"saidJoseph."I’sniverwonderbuthe’satt’bothomofabog-hoile.Thisvisitationworn’tfornowt,andIwodhevyetolookout,missyahmuhbet’next.ThankHivinforall!Allwarkstogitherforgooidtothemasischozzen,andpikedoutfro’th’rubbidge!Yahknawwhett’Scriptureses."

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