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           WhenIfirstlookedintohisface,Iperceivedthathehadgotintelligenceofthecatastrophe;andafoolishnotionstruckmethathisheartwasquelledandheprayed,becausehislipsmovedandhisgazewasbentontheground.

           "Yes,she’sdead!"Ianswered,checkingmysobsanddryingmycheeks."Gonetoheaven,Ihope;wherewemay,everyone,joinher,ifwetakeduewarningandleaveourevilwaystofollowgood!"

           "Didshetakeduewarning,then?"askedHeathcliff,attemptingasneer."Didshedielikeasaint?Come,givemeatruehistoryoftheevent.Howdid-"

           Heendeavoredtopronouncethename,butcouldnotmanageit;andcompressinghismouthheheldasilentcombatwithhisinwardagony,defying,meanwhile,mysympathywithanunflinchingferociousstare."Howdidshedie?"heresumedatlast—fain,notwithstandinghishardihood,tohaveasupportbehindhim;for,afterthestruggle,hetrembled,inspiteofhimself,tohisveryfinger-ends.

           "Poorwretch!"Ithought;"youhaveaheartandnervesthesameasyourbrothermen!Whyshouldyoubeanxioustoconcealthem?YourpridecannotblindGod!YoutemptHimtowringthem,tillHeforcesacryofhumiliation."

           "Quietlyasalamb!"Iansweredaloud.