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           ItwassodarkthatIcouldnotseethemeansofexit;and,asIwanderedround,Iheardanotherspecimenoftheircivilbehaviouramongsteachother.Atfirsttheyoungmanappearedabouttobefriendme.

           "I’llgowithhimasfarasthepark,"hesaid.

           "You’llgowithhimtohell!"exclaimedhismaster,orwhateverrelationhebore."Andwhoistolookafterthehorses,eh?"

           "Aman’slifeisofmoreconsequencethanoneevening’sneglectofthehorses:somebodymustgo,"murmuredMrs.Heathcliff,morekindlythanIexpected.

           "Notatyourcommand!"retortedHareton."Ifyousetstoreonhim,you’dbetterbequiet."

           "ThenIhopehisghostwillhauntyou;andIhopeMr.HeathcliffwillnevergetanothertenanttilltheGrangeisaruin!"sheansweredsharply.

           "Hearken,hearken,shoo’scursingon‘em!"mutteredJoseph,towardswhomIhadbeensteering.

           Hesatwithinearshot,milkingthecowsbythelightofalantern,whichIseizedunceremoniously,and,callingoutthatIwouldsenditbackonthemorrow,rushedtothenearestpostern.

           "Maister,maister,he’sstalingt’lanthern!"shoutedtheancient,pursuingmyretreat."Hey,Gnasher!Heydog!Hey,Wolf,holldhim,holldhim!"

           Onopeningthelittledoor,twohairymonstersflewatmythroat,bearingmedownandextinguishingthelight;whileamingledguffawfromHeathcliffandHareton,putthecopestoneonmyrageandhumiliation.