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Chapter 13
Takingadvantageofhisrecoveredattention,Iexclaimed:
"I’mtiredwithmyjourney,andIwanttogotobed!Whereisthemaid-servant?Directmetoher,asshewon’tcometome!"
"Wehavenone,"heanswered,"youmustwaitonyourself!"
"WheremustIsleep,then?"Isobbed:Iwasbeyondregardingself-respect,weigheddownbyfatigueandwretchedness.
"JosephwillshowyouHeathcliff’schamber,"saidhe;"openthatdoor—he’sinthere."
Iwasgoingtoobey,buthesuddenlyarrestedme,andaddedinthestrangesttone:
"Besogoodastoturnyourlock,anddrawyourbolt—don’tomitit!"
"Well!"Isaid."Butwhy,Mr.Earnshaw?"IdidnotrelishthenotionofdeliberatelyfasteningmyselfinwithHeathcliff.
"Lookhere!"hereplied,pullingfromhiswaist-coatacuriouslyconstructedpistol,havingadouble-edgedspringknifeattachedtothebarrel."That’sagreattemptertoadesperateman,isitnot?Icannotresistgoingupwiththiseverynight,andtryinghisdoor.IfonceIfinditopenhe’sdonefor!Idoitinvariably,eventhoughtheminutebeforeIhavebeenrecallingahundredreasonsthatshouldmakemerefrain:itissomedevilthaturgesmetothwartmyownschemesbykillinghim.Youfightagainstthatdevilforloveaslongasyoumay;whenthetimecomes,notalltheangelsinheavenshallsavehim!"
Isurveyedtheweaponinquisitively.Ahideousnotionstruckme:howpowerfulIshouldbepossessingsuchaninstrument!Itookitfromhishand,andtouchedtheblade.
