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           androusingmyselftodispeltheobtrusivename,Idiscoveredmycandlewickrecliningononeoftheantiquevolumes,andperfumingtheplacewithanodourofroastedcalf-skin.Isnuffeditout,and,veryillateaseundertheinfluenceofcoldandlingeringnausea,satupandspreadopentheinjuredtomeonmyknee.ItwasaTestament,inleantype,andsmellingdreadfullymusty:aflyleafboretheinscription—"CatherineEarnshaw,herbook,"andadatesomequarterofacenturyback.Ishutit,andtookupanother,andanother,tillIhadexaminedall.Catherine’slibrarywasselect,anditsstateofdilapidationprovedittohavebeenwellused;thoughnotaltogetherforalegitimatepurpose:scarcelyonechapterhadescapedapen-and-inkcommentary—atleast,theappearanceofone—coveringeverymorselofblankthattheprinterhadleft.Someweredetachedsentences;otherpartstooktheformofaregulardiary,scrawledinanunformedchildishhand.Atthetopofanextrapage(quiteatreasure,probably,whenfirstlightedon)IwasgreatlyamusedtobeholdanexcellentcaricatureofmyfriendJoseph—rudely,yetpowerfullysketched.AnimmediateinterestkindledwithinmefortheunknownCatherine,andIbeganforthwithtodecipherherfadedhieroglyphics.

           "AnawfulSunday!"commencedtheparagraphbeneath."Iwishmyfatherwerebackagain.Hindleyisadetestablesubstitute—hisconducttoHeathcliffisatrocious—H.andIaregoingtorebel—wetookourinitiatorystepthisevening.

           "Alldayhadbeenfloodingwithrain;wecouldnotgotochurch,soJosephmustneedsgetupacongregationinthegarret;