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           Iwassureshewaswithme,andIcouldnothelptalkingtoher.HavingreachedtheHeights,Irushedeagerlytothedoor.Itwasfastened:and,IrememberthataccursedEarnshawandmywifeopposedmyentrance.Irememberstoppingtokickthebreathoutofhim,andthenhurryingupstairs,tomyroomandhers.Ilookedroundimpatiently—Ifeltherbyme—Icouldalmostseeher,andyetIcouldnot!Ioughttohavesweatbloodthen,fromtheanguishofmyyearning—fromthefervourofmysupplicationstohavebutoneglimpse!Ihadnotone.Sheshowedherself,assheoftenwasinlife,adeviltome!And,sincethen,sometimesmoreandsometimesless,I’vebeenthesportofthatintolerabletorture!Infernal!keepingmynervesatsuchastretch,that,iftheyhadnotresembledcatgut,theywouldlongagohaverelaxedtothefeeblenessofLinton’s.WhenIsatinthehousewithHareton,itseemedthatongoingout,Ishouldmeether;whenIwalkedonthemoorsIshouldmeethercomingin.WhenIwentfromhome,Ihastenedtoreturn:shemustbesomewhereattheHeights,Iwascertain!AndwhenIsleptinherchamber—Iwasbeatenoutofthat.Icouldn’tliethere;forthemomentIclosedmyeyes,shewaseitheroutsidethewindow,orslidingbackthepanels,orenteringtheroom,orevenrestingherdarlingheadonthesamepillowasshedidwhenachild;andImustopenmylidstosee.AndsoIopenedandclosedthemahundredtimesanight—tobealwaysdisappointed!Itrackedme!I’veoftengroanedaloud,tillthatoldrascalJosephnodoubtbelievedthatmyconsciencewasplayingthefiendinsideofme.