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Chapter 2
"Andthisyoungmanis-"
"Notmyson,assuredly."
Heathcliffsmiledagain,asifitwererathertooboldajesttoattributethepaternityofthatbeartohim.
"MynameisHaretonEarnshaw,"growledtheother;"andI’dcounselyoutorespectit!"
"I’veshownnodisrespect,"wasmyreply,laughinginternallyatthedignitywithwhichheannouncedhimself.
HefixedhiseyeonmelongerthanIcaredtoreturnthestare,forfearImightbetemptedeithertoboxhisearsorrendermyhilarityaudible.Ibegantofeelunmistakablyoutofplaceinthatpleasantfamilycircle.Thedismalspiritualatmosphereovercame,andmorethanneutralised,theglowingphysicalcomfortsroundme;andIresolvedtobecautioushowIventuredunderthoseraftersathirdtime.
Thebusinessofeatingbeingconcluded,andnooneutteringawordofsociableconversation,Iapproachedawindowtoexaminetheweather.AsorrowfulsightIsaw:darknightcomingdownprematurely,andskyandhillsmingledinonebitterwhirlofwindandsuffocatingsnow.
"Idon’tthinkitpossibleformetogethomenowwithoutaguide,"Icouldnothelpexclaiming."Theroadswillbeburiedalready;and,iftheywerebare,Icouldscarcelydistinguishafootinadvance."
