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Chapter 2
ItwassodarkthatIcouldnotseethemeansofexit;and,asIwanderedround,Iheardanotherspecimenoftheircivilbehaviouramongsteachother.Atfirsttheyoungmanappearedabouttobefriendme.
"I’llgowithhimasfarasthepark,"hesaid.
"You’llgowithhimtohell!"exclaimedhismaster,orwhateverrelationhebore."Andwhoistolookafterthehorses,eh?"
"Aman’slifeisofmoreconsequencethanoneevening’sneglectofthehorses:somebodymustgo,"murmuredMrs.Heathcliff,morekindlythanIexpected.
"Notatyourcommand!"retortedHareton."Ifyousetstoreonhim,you’dbetterbequiet."
"ThenIhopehisghostwillhauntyou;andIhopeMr.HeathcliffwillnevergetanothertenanttilltheGrangeisaruin!"sheansweredsharply.
"Hearken,hearken,shoo’scursingon‘em!"mutteredJoseph,towardswhomIhadbeensteering.
Hesatwithinearshot,milkingthecowsbythelightofalantern,whichIseizedunceremoniously,and,callingoutthatIwouldsenditbackonthemorrow,rushedtothenearestpostern.
"Maister,maister,he’sstalingt’lanthern!"shoutedtheancient,pursuingmyretreat."Hey,Gnasher!Heydog!Hey,Wolf,holldhim,holldhim!"
Onopeningthelittledoor,twohairymonstersflewatmythroat,bearingmedownandextinguishingthelight;whileamingledguffawfromHeathcliffandHareton,putthecopestoneonmyrageandhumiliation.
