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Chapter 13
Ihadbetterluck!hepassedon,enteredhischamber,andshutthedoor.DirectlyafterJosephcameupwithHareton,toputhimtobed.IhadfoundshelterinHareton’sroom,andtheoldman,onseeingme,said:
"They’srahmforboathyeunyerpride,now,Isudthink,i’thehahse.It’sempty;yemayhevitalltoyerseln,unHimasallasmakesathird,i’sichillcompany!"
GladlydidItakeadvantageofthisintimation;andtheminuteIflungmyselfintoachair,bythefire,Inodded,andslept.Myslumberwasdeepandsweet,thoughoverfartoosoon.Mr.Heathcliffawokeme;hehadjustcomein,anddemanded,inhislovingmanner,whatIwasdoingthere?Itoldhimthecauseofmystayingupsolate—thathehadthekeyofourroominhispocket.Theadjectiveourgavemortaloffence.Hesworeitwasnot,norevershouldbe,mine;andhe’d—ButI’llnotrepeathislanguage,nordescribehishabitualconduct.Heisingeniousandunrestinginseekingtogainmyabhorrence!Isometimeswonderathimwithanintensitythatdeadensmyfear:yet,Iassureyou,atigeroravenomousserpentcouldnotrouseterrorinmeequaltothatwhichhewakens.HetoldmeofCatherine’sillness,andaccusedmybrotherofcausingit;promisingthatIshouldbeEdgar’sproxyinsuffering,tillhecouldgetholdofhim.
Idohatehim—Iamwretched—Ihavebeenafool!BewareofutteringonebreathofthistoanyoneattheGrange.Ishallexpectyoueveryday—don’tdisappointme!
Isabella
