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176 to sleep in. I wish to see my bedroom.” “Bed-rume!” he repeated, in a tone of mockery. “Yah’s see all t’ bed-rumes thear is--yon’s mine.” He pointed into the second garret, only differing from the first in being more naked about the walls, and having a large, low, curtainless bed, with an indigo-coloured quilt, at one end. “What do I want with yours?” I retorted. “I suppose Mr. Heathcliff does not lodge at the top of the house, does he?” “Oh, it’s Maister Hathecliff’s yah’re wenting?” cried he, as if making a new discovery. “Couldn’t ye uh said soa, at onst? un then, Aw mud uh telled ye, baht all this wark, ut that’s just one yah cannut sea--he allas keeps it locked, un nob’dy iver mells on’t but hisseln.” “You’ve a nice house, Joseph,” I could not refrain from observing, “and pleasant inmates; and I think the concentrated essence of all the madness in the world took up its abode in my brain the day I linked my fate with theirs! However, that is not to the present purpose--there are other rooms. For heaven’s sake, be quick, and let me settle somewhere!” He made no reply to this adjuration; only plodding doggedly down the wooden steps, and halting before an apartment which, from that halt and the superior quality of its furniture, I conjectured to be the best one. There was a carpet,--a good one, but the pattern was obliterated by dust; a fireplace hung with cut paper, dropping to pieces; a handsome oak bedstead with ample crimson curtains of rather expensive material and modern make, but they had evidently experienced rough usage,--the valances hung in festoons, wrenched from their rings, and the iron rod supporting |
