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177 them was bent in an arc on one side, causing the drapery to trail upon the floor. The chairs were also damaged, many of them severely; and deep indentations deformed the panels of the walls. I was endeavouring to gather resolution for entering, and taking possession, when my fool of a guide announced--“This here is t’ maister’s.” My supper by this time was cold, my appetite gone, and my patience exhausted. I insisted on being provided instantly with a place of refuge, and means of repose. “Whear the divil?” began the religious elder. “The Lord bless us! The Lord forgie us! Whear the hell, wold ye gang? ye marred, wearisome nowt! Yah seen all bud Hareton’s bit uf a cham’er. They’s nut another hoile tuh lig dahn in i’ th’ hahse!” I was so vexed, I flung my tray and its contents on the ground; and then seated myself at the stairs-head, hid my face in my hands, and cried. “Ech! ech!” exclaimed Joseph. “Weel done, Miss Cathy! weel done, Miss Cathy! Hahsiver, t’ maister sall just tum’le o’er them brocken pots; un then we’s hear summut; we’s hear hah it’s tuh be. Gooid-for-nowt madling! yah desarve pining froo this tuh Churstmas, flinging t’ precious gifts uh God under fooit i’ yer flaysome rages! Bud, Aw’m mista’en if yah shew yer sperrit lang. Will Hathecliff bide sich bonny ways, think ye? Aw nobbut wish he muh cotch he i’ that plisky. Aw nobbut wish he may.” And so he went scolding to his den beneath, taking the candle with him; and I remained in the dark. The period of reflection succeeding this silly action compelled me to admit the necessity of smothering my pride and choking my wrath, and bestirring myself to remove its effects. |
