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           Josephstoodbyhismaster’schairtellingsometaleconcerningalamehorse;andHaretonwaspreparingforthehayfield.

           "Hallo,Nelly!"saidMr.Heathcliff,whenhesawme,"IfearedIshouldhavetocomedownandfetchmypropertymyself.You’vebroughtit,haveyou?Letusseewhatwecanmakeofit."

           Hegotupandstrodetothedoor.HaretonandJosephfollowedingapingcuriosity.PoorLintonranafrightenedeyeoverthefacesofthethree.

           "Surely,"saidJoseph,afteragraveinspection,"he’sswoppedwi’ye,maister,an’yon’shislass!"

           Heathcliff,havingstaredhissonintoanagueofconfusion,utteredascornfullaugh.

           "God!whatabeauty!whatalovely,charmingthing!"heexclaimed."Haven’ttheyreareditonsnailsandsourmilk,Nelly?Oh,damnmysoul!butthat’sworsethanIexpected—andthedevilknowsIwasnotsanguine!"

           Ibidthetremblingandbewilderedchildgetdown,andenter.Hedidnotthoroughlycomprehendthemeaningofhisfather’sspeech,orwhetheritwereintendedforhim:indeed,hewasnotyetcertainthatthegrim,sneeringstrangerwashisfather.Butheclungtomewithgrowingtrepidation;andonMr.Heathcliff’stakingaseatandbiddinghim"comehither,"hehidhisfaceonmyshoulderandwept.

           "Tut,tut!"saidHeathcliff,stretchingoutahandanddragginghimroughlybetweenhisknees,andthenholdinguphisheadbythechin.