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Chapter 17
"Andnipupthecornerofyourapron:I’mcertainyou’llneedit."
"NotMr.Heathcliff,surely?"Iexclaimed.
"What!wouldyouhavetearsforhim?"saidthedoctor."No,Heathcliff’satoughyoungfellow:helooksbloomingtoday.I’vejustseenhim.He’srapidlyregainingfleshsincehelosthisbetterhalf."
"Whoisitthen,Mr.Kenneth?"Irepeatedimpatiently.
"HindleyEarnshaw!YouroldfriendHindley,"hereplied,"andmywickedgossip:thoughhe’sbeentoowildformethislongwhile.There!Isaidweshoulddrawwater.Butcheerup.Hediedtruetohischaracter:drunkasalord.Poorlad!I’msorry,too.Onecan’thelpmissinganoldcompanion:thoughhehadtheworsttrickswithhimthatevermanimagined,andhasdonememanyarascallyturn.He’sbarelytwenty-seven,itseems;that’syourownage:whowouldhavethoughtyouwereborninoneyear?"
IconfessthisblowwasgreatertomethantheshockofMrs.Linton’sdeath:ancientassociationslingeredroundmyheart;Isatdownintheporchandweptasforabloodrelation,desiringMr.Kennethtogetanotherservanttointroducehimtothemaster.Icouldnothindermyselffromponderingonthequestion—"Hadhehadfairplay?"WhateverIdid,thatideawouldbotherme:itwassotiresomelypertinaciousthatIresolvedonrequestingleavetogotoWutheringHeights,andassistinthelastdutiestothedead.Mr.
