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           Ishrankreluctantlyfromperformingmyerrand;andwasactuallygoingawayleavingitunsaid,afterhavingputmyquestionaboutthecandles,whenasenseofmyfollycompelledmetoreturn,andmutter—"ApersonfromGimmertonwishestoseeyou,ma’am."

           "Whatdoeshewant?"askedMrs.Linton.

           "Ididnotquestionhim,"Ianswered.

           "Well,closethecurtains,Nelly,"shesaid;"andbringuptea.I’llbebackagaindirectly."

           Shequittedtheapartment;Mr.Edgarenquired,carelessly,whoitwas.

           "Someonemistressdoesnotexpect,"Ireplied."ThatHeathcliff—yourecollecthim,sir—whousedtoliveatMr.Earnshaw’s."

           "What!thegypsy—theploughboy?"hecried."WhydidyounotsaysotoCatherine?"

           "Hush!youmustnotcallhimbythosenames,master,"Isaid."She’dbesadlygrievedtohearyou.Shewasnearlyheartbrokenwhenheranoff.Iguesshisreturnwillmakeajubileetoher."

           Mr.Lintonwalkedtoawindowontheothersideoftheroomthatoverlookedthecourt.Heunfasteneditandleantout.Isupposetheywerebelow,forheexclaimedquickly—"Don’tstandthere,love!Bringthepersonin,ifitbeanyoneparticular."ErelongIheardtheclickofthelatch,andCatherineflewupstairs,breathlessandwild;tooexcitedtoshowgladness:indeed,byherface,youwouldratherhavesurmisedanawfulcalamity.

           "Oh,Edgar,Edgar!"shepanted,flingingherarmsroundhisneck."Oh,Edgar,darling!Heathcliff’scomeback—heis!"Andshetightenedherembracetoasqueeze.