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           "Whoareyou?"

           "MynamewasIsabellaLinton,"Ireplied."You’veseenmebefore,sir.I’mlatelymarriedtoMr.Heathcliff,andhehasbroughtmehere—Isupposebyyourpermission."

           "Ishecomeback,then?"askedthehermit,glaringlikeahungrywolf.

           "Yes—wecamejustnow,"Isaid;"butheleftmebythekitchendoor;andwhenIwouldhavegonein,yourlittleboyplayedsentinelovertheplace,andfrightenedmeoffbythehelpofabull-dog."

           "It’swellthehellishvillainhaskepthisword!"growledmyfuturehost,searchingthedarknessbeyondmeinexpectationofdiscoveringHeathcliff;andthenheindulgedinasoliloquyofexecrations,andthreatsofwhathewouldhavedonehadthe"fiend"deceivedhim.

           Irepentedhavingtriedthissecondentrance,andwasalmostinclinedtoslipawaybeforehefinishedcursing,butereIcouldexecutethatintention,heorderedmein,andshutandre-fastenedthedoor.Therewasagreatfire,andthatwasallthelightinthehugeapartment,whosefloorhadgrownauniformgrey;andtheoncebrilliantpewterdishes,whichusedtoattractmygazewhenIwasagirl,partookofasimilarobscurity,createdbytarnishanddust.IenquiredwhetherImightcallthemaid,andbeconductedtoabed-room?Mr.Earnshawvouchsafednoanswer.Hewalkedupanddown,withhishandsinhispockets,apparentlyquiteforgettingmypresence;andhisabstractionwasevidentlysodeep,andhiswholeaspectsomisanthropical,thatIshrankfromdisturbinghimagain.