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           Now,sinceI’veseenher,I’mpacified—alittle.Itwasastrangewayofkilling!notbyinches,butbyfractionsandhairbreadths,tobeguilemewiththespectreofahope,througheighteenyears!"

           Mr.Heathcliffpausedandwipedhisforehead;hishairclungtoit,wetwithperspiration;hiseyeswerefixedontheredembersofthefire,thebrowsnotcontracted,butraisednextthetemples;diminishingthegrimaspectofhiscountenance,butimpartingapeculiarlookoftrouble,andapainfulappearanceofmentaltensiontowardsoneabsorbingsubject.Heonlyhalfaddressedme,andImaintainedsilence.Ididn’tliketohearhimtalk!Afterashortperiodheresumedhismeditationonthepicture,tookitdownandleantitagainstthesofatocontemplateitatbetteradvantage;andwhilesooccupiedCatherineentered,announcingthatshewasready,whenherponyshouldbesaddled.

           "Sendthatoverto-morrow,"saidHeathclifftome;thenturningtoher,headded—"Youmaydowithoutyourpony:itisafineevening,andyou’llneednoponiesatWutheringHeights;forwhatjourneysyoutake,yourownfeetwillserveyou.Comealong."

           "Good-bye,Ellen!"whisperedmydearlittlemistress.Asshekissedme,herlipsfeltlikeice."Comeandseeme,Ellen;don’tforget."

           "Takecareyoudonosuchthing,Mrs.Dean!"saidhernewfather."WhenIwishtospeaktoyouI’llcomehere