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Chapter 3
"Oh,Godconfoundyou,Mr.Lockwood!Iwishyouwereatthe-"commencedmyhost,settingthecandleonachair,becausehefounditimpossibletoholditsteady."Andwhoshowedyouupintothisroom?"hecontinued,crushinghisnailsintohispalms,andgrindinghisteethtosubduethemaxillaryconvulsions."Whowasit?I’veagoodmindtoturnthemoutofthehousethismoment!"
"Itwasyourservant,Zillah,"Ireplied,flingingmyselfontothefloor,andrapidlyresumingmygarments."Ishouldnotcareifyoudid,Mr.Heathcliff;sherichlydeservesit.Isupposethatshewantedtogetanotherproofthattheplacewashaunted,atmyexpense.Well,itis—swarmingwithghostsandgoblins!Youhavereasoninshuttingitup,Iassureyou.Noonewillthankyouforadozeinsuchaden!"
"Whatdoyoumean?"askedHeathcliff,"andwhatareyoudoing?Liedownandfinishoutthenight,sinceyouarehere;but,forHeaven’ssake!don’trepeatthathorridnoise;nothingcouldexcuseit,unlessyouwerehavingyourthroatcut!"
"Ifthelittlefiendhadgotinatthewindow,sheprobablywouldhavestrangledme!"Ireturned."I’mnotgoingtoendurethepersecutionsofyourhospitableancestorsagain.WasnottheReverendJabesBranderhamakintoyouonthemother’sside?Andthatminx,CatherineLinton,orEarnshaw,orhowevershewascalled—shemusthavebeenachangeling—wickedlittlesoul!Shetoldmeshehadbeenwalkingtheearththosetwentyyears:ajustpunishmentforhermortaltransgressions,I’venodoubt!"
Scarcelywerethesewordsuttered,whenIrecollectedtheassociationofHeathcliff’swithCatherine’snameinthebook,whichhadcompletelyslippedfrommymemory,tillthusawakened.
