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Chapter 17
TherehetoreoffthesleeveofEarnshaw’scoat,andboundupthewoundwithbrutalroughness;spittingandcursingduringtheoperationasenergeticallyashehadkickedbefore.Beingatliberty,Ilostnotimeinseekingtheoldservant;who,havinggatheredbydegreesthepurportofmyhastytale,hurriedbelow,gasping,ashedescendedthestepstwoatonce.
"’Whatisthertodo,now?whatitthertodo,now?’
"’There’sthistodo,’thunderedHeathcliff,‘thatyourmaster’smad;andshouldhelastanothermonth,I’llhavehimtoanasylum.Andhowthedevildidyoucometofastenmeout,youtoothlesshound?Don’tstandmutteringandmumblingthere.Come,I’mnotgoingtonursehim.Washthatstuffaway;andmindthesparksofyourcandle—itismorethanhalfbrandy!’
‘Andso,ye’vebeenmurtheringonhim?’exclaimedJoseph,liftinghishandsandeyesinhorror.‘IfiverIseedaseeghtloikethis!MaytheLord-’
"Heathcliffgavehimapushontohiskneesinthemiddleoftheblood,andflungatoweltohim;butinsteadofproceedingtodryitup,hejoinedhishandsandbeganaprayer,whichexcitedmylaughterfromitsoddphraseology.Iwasintheconditonofmindtobeshockedatnothing:infact,Iwasasrecklessassomemalefactorsshowthemselvesatthefootofthegallows.
"’Oh,Iforgotyou,’saidthetyrant.‘Youshalldothat.Downwithyou.Andyouconspirewithhimagainstme.
