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Chapter 11
Istarted:mybodilyeyewascheatedintoamomentarybeliefthatthechildlifteditsfaceandstaredstraightintomine!Itvanishedinatwinkling;butimmediatelyIfeltanirresistibleyearningtobeattheHeights.Superstitionurgedmetocomplywiththisimpulse:supposingheshouldbedead!Ithought—orshoulddiesoon!—supposingitwereasignofdeath!ThenearerIgottothehousethemoreagitatedIgrew;andoncatchingsightofitItrembledineverylimb.Theapparitionhadoutstrippedme:itstoodlookingthroughthegate.Thatwasmyfirstideaonobservinganelf-locked,brown-eyedboysettinghisruddycountenanceagainstthebars.FurtherreflectionsuggestedthismustbeHareton,myHareton,notalteredgreatlysinceIlefthim,tenmonthssince.
"Godblessthee,darling!"Icried,forgettinginstantaneouslymyfoolishfears."Hareton,it’sNelly!Nelly,thynurse."
Heretreatedoutofarm’slength,andpickedupalargeflint.
"Iamcometoseethyfather,Hareton,"IaddedguessingfromtheactionthatNelly,ifshelivedinhismemoryatall,wasnotrecognizedasonewithme.
Heraisedhismissiletohurlit;Icommencedasoothingspeech,butcouldnotstayhishand:thestonestruckmybonnet;andthenensued,fromthestammeringlipsofthelittlefellow,astringofcurses,which,whetherhecomprehendedthemornot,weredeliveredwithpractisedemphasis,anddistortedhisbabyfeaturesintoashockingexpressionofmalignity.Youmaybecertainthisgrievedmorethanangeredme.
