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Chapter 13
Helookedastonishedattheexpressionmyfaceassumedduringabriefsecond:itwasnothorror,itwascovetousness.Hesnatchedthepistolback,jealously;shuttheknife,andreturnedittoitsconcealment.
"Idon’tcareifyoutellhim,"saidhe."puthimonhisguard,andwatchforhim.Youknowthetermsweareon,Isee:hisdangerdoesnotshockyou."
"WhathasHeathcliffdonetoyou?"Iasked."Inwhathashewrongedyou,towarrantthisappallinghatred?Wouldn’titbewisertobidhimquitthehouse?"
"No!"thunderedEarnshaw,"shouldheoffertoleaveme,he’sadeadman:persuadehimtoattemptit,andyouareamurderess!AmItoloseall,withoutachanceofretrieval?IsHaretontobeabeggar?Oh,damnation!Iwillhaveitback;andI’llhavehisgoldtoo;andthenhisblood;andhellshallhavehissoul!Itwillbetentimesblackerwiththatguestthaneveritwasbefore!"
You’veacquaintedme,Ellen,withyouroldmaster’shabits.Heisclearlyonthevergeofmadness:hewassolastnightatleast.Ishudderedtobenearhim,andthoughtontheservant’sill-bredmorosenessascomparativelyagreeable.Henowrecommencedhismoodywalk,andIraisedthelatch,andescapedintothekitchen.Josephwasbendingoverthefire,peeringintoalargepanthatswungaboveit;andawoodenbowlofoatmealstoodonthesettlecloseby.
