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Chapter 5
Irememberthemaster,beforehefellintoadoze,strokingherbonnyhair—Itpleasedhimrarelytoseehergentle—andsaying—"Whycanstthounotalwaysbeagoodlass,Cathy?"Andsheturnedherfaceuptohis,andlaughed,andanswered,"Whycannotyoualwaysbeagoodman,father?"Butassoonasshesawhimvexedagain,shekissedhishand,andsaidshewouldsinghimtosleep.Shebegansingingverylow,tillhisfingersdroppedfromhers,andhisheadsankonhisbreast.ThenItoldhertohush,andnotstir,forfearsheshouldwakehim.Weallkeptasmuteasmiceafullhalf-hour,andshouldhavedonesolonger,onlyJoseph,havingfinishedhischapter,gotupandsaidthathemustrousethemasterforprayersandbed.Hesteppedforward,andcalledhimbyname,andtouchedhisshoulder;buthewouldnotmove,sohetookthecandleandlookedathim.Ithoughttherewassomethingwrongashesetdownthelight;andseizingthechildreneachbyanarm,whisperedthemto"frameupstairs,andmakelittledin—theymightprayalonethatevening—hehadsummuttodo."
"Ishallbidfathergood-nightfirst,"saidCatherine,puttingherarmsroundhisneck,beforewecouldhinderher.Thepoorthingdiscoveredherlossdirectly—shescreamedout—"Oh,he’sdead,Heacthcliff!he’sdead!"Andtheybothsetupaheart-breakingcry.
Ijoinedmywailtotheirs,loudandbitter;butjosephaskedwhatwecouldbethinkingoftoroarinthatwayoverasaintinheaven.HetoldmetoputonmycloakandruntoGimmertonforthedoctorandtheparson.Icouldnotguesstheusethateitherwouldbeof,then.However,Iwent,throughwindandrain,andbroughtone,thedoctor,backwithme;theothersaidhewouldcomeinthemorning.
