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While leading the way upstairs, she recommended that I
should hide the candle, and not make a noise; for her
master had an odd notion about the chamber she would
be put me in, and never let anybody lodge there willingly. I asked
the reason. She did not know, she answered: she had only lived
there a year or two; and they had so many queer goings on, she
could not begin to be curious.
Too stupefied to be curious myself, I fastened my door and
glanced round for the bed. The whole furniture consisted of a
chair, a clothes-press, and a large oak case, with squares cut out
near the top, resembling coach windows. Having approached this
structure, I looked inside, and perceived it to be a singular sort of
old-fashioned couch, very conveniently designed to obviate the
necessity for every member of the family having a room to himself.
In fact, it formed a little closet, and the ledge of a window, which it
enclosed, served as a table. I slid back the panelled sides, got in
with my light, pulled them together again, and felt secure against
the vigilance of Heathcliff, and everyone else.
The ledge, where I placed my candle, had a few mildewed
books piled up in one corner, and it was covered with writing
scratched on the paint. This writing, however, was nothing but a
name repeated in all kinds of characters, large and small--
Catherine Earnshaw, here and there varied to Catherine Heathcliff,
and then again to Catherine Linton.
In vapid listlessness I leant my head against the window, and
continued spelling over Catherine Earnshaw--Heathcliff--Linton,
till my eyes closed; but they had not rested five minutes when a