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Chapter 3
Andwhatwasitthathadsuggestedthetremendoustumult?WhathadplayedJabes’spartintherow?Merely,thebranchofafir-treethattouchedmylattice,astheblastwailedby,andrattleditsdryconesagainstthepanes!Ilisteneddoubtinglyaninstant;detectedthedisturber,thenturnedanddozed,anddreamtagain:ifpossible,stillmoredisagreeablythanbefore.
Thistime,IrememberedIwaslyingintheoakcloset,andIhearddistinctlythegustywind,andthedrivingofthesnow;Iheard,also,thefir-boughrepeatitsteasingsound,andascribedittotherightcause:butitannoyedmesomuch,thatIresolvedtosilenceit,ifpossible;and,Ithought,Iroseandendeavouredtounhaspthecasement.Thehookwassolderedintothestaple:acircumstanceobservedbymewhenawake,butforgotten."Imuststopit,nevertheless!"Imuttered,knockingmyknucklesthroughtheglass,andstretchinganarmouttoseizetheimportunatebranch;insteadofwhich,myfingersclosedonthefingersofalittle,ice-coldhand!Theintensehorrorofnightmarecameoverme:Itriedtodrawbackmyarm,butthehandclungtoit,andamostmelancholyvoicesobbed,"Letmein—letmein!""Whoareyou?"Iasked,struggling,meanwhile,todisengagemyself."CatherineLinton,"itreplied,shiveringly(whydidIthinkofLinton?IhadreadEarnshawtwentytimesforLinton);"I’mcomehome:I’dlostmywayonthemoor!"Asitspoke,Idiscerned,obscurely,achild’sfacelookingthroughthewindow.Terrormademecruel;and,findingituselesstoattemptshakingthecreatureoff,Ipulleditswristontothebrokenpane,andrubbedittoandfrotillthebloodrandownandsoakedthebedclothes:stillitwailed,"Letmein!"andmaintaineditstenaciousgrip,almostmaddeningmewithfear."HowcanI?"Isaidatlength."Letmego,ifyouwantmetoletyouin!"
