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393 amounting to agony. About her I won’t speak; and I don’t desire to think; but I earnestly wish she were invisible--her presence invokes only maddening sensations. He moves me differently; and yet if I could do it without seeming insane, I’d never see him again. You’ll perhaps think me rather inclined to become so,” he added, making an effort to smile, “if I try to describe the thousand forms of past associations and ideas he awakens, or embodies. But you’ll not talk of what I tell you; and my mind is so eternally secluded in itself, it is tempting, at last, to turn it out to another. “Five minutes ago, Hareton seemed a personification of my youth, not a human being--I felt to him in such a variety of ways, that it would have been impossible to have accosted him rationally. “In the first place, his startling likeness to Catherine connected him fearfully with her. That, however, which you may suppose the most potent to arrest my imagination, is actually the least; for what is not connected with her to me? and what does not recall her? I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped on the flags! In every cloud, in every tree--filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object by day--I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men and women--my own features--mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her! “Well, Hareton’s aspect was the ghost of my immortal love, of my wild endeavours to hold my right, my degradation, my pride, my happiness, and my anguish-- “But it is frenzy to repeat these thoughts to you: only it will let you know why, with a reluctance to be always alone, his society is |
