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Chapter 34
"Ibelievethedeadareatpeace:butitisnotrighttospeakofthemwithlevity."
Atthatmomentthegardengateswungto;theramblerswerereturning.
"Theyareafraidofnothing,"Igrumbled,watchingtheirapproachthroughthewindow."TogethertheywouldbraveSatanandallhislegions."
Astheysteppedontothedoor-stones,andhaltedtotakealastlookatthemoon—or,morecorrectly,ateachotherbyherlight—Ifeltirresistiblyimpelledtoescapethemagain;and,pressingaremembranceintothehandofMrs.Dean,anddisregardingherexpostulationsatmyrudeness,Ivanishedthroughthekitchenastheyopenedthehousedoor;andsoshouldhaveconfirmedJosephinhisopinionofhisfellow-servant’sgayindiscretions,hadhenotfortunatelyrecognisedmeforarespectablecharacterbythesweetringofasovereignathisfeet.
Mywalkhomewaslengthenedbyadiversioninthedirectionofthekirk.Whenbeneathitswalls,Iperceiveddecayhadmadeprogress,eveninsevenmonths:manyawindowshowedblackgapsdeprivedofglass;andslatesjuttedoff,hereandthere,beyondtherightlineoftheroof,tobegraduallyworkedoffincomingautumnstorms.
Isought,andsoondiscovered,thethreehead-stonesontheslopenextthemoor:themiddleonegrey,andhalfburiedinheath:EdgarLinton’sonlyharmonisedbytheturfandmosscreepingupitsfoot:Heathcliff’sstillbare
