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           "Oh,wicked,wicked!"gaspedtheelder;"maytheLorddeliverusfromevil!"

           "No,reprobate!youareacastaway—beoff,orI’llhurtyouseriously!I’llhaveyouallmodelledinwaxandclay;andthefirstwhopassesthelimitsIfix,shall—I’llnotsaywhatheshallbedoneto—but,you’llsee!Go,I’mlookingatyou!"

           Thelittlewitchputamockmalignityintoherbeautifuleyes,andJoseph,tremblingwithsincerehorror,hurriedoutprayingandejaculating"wicked"ashewent.Ithoughtherconductmustbepromptedbyaspeciesofdrearyfun;and,nowthatwewerealone,Iendeavouredtointerestherinmydistress.

           "Mrs.Heathcliff,"Isaidearnestly,"youmustexcusemefortroublingyou.Ipresume,because,withthatface,I’msureyoucannothelpbeinggood-hearted.DopointoutsomelandmarksbywhichImayknowmywayhome:IhavenomoreideahowtogettherethanyouwouldhavehowtogettoLondon!"

           "Taketheroadyoucame,"sheanswered,ensconcingherselfinachair,withacandle,andthelongbookopenbeforeher."Itisbriefadvice,butassoundasIcangive."

           "Then,ifyouhearofmebeingdiscovereddeadinabogorapitfullofsnow,yourconsciencewon’twhisperthatitispartlyyourfault?"

           "Howso?Icannotescortyou.Theywouldn’tletmegototheendofthegarden-wall."