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45 as long as you please. But you’ve caught cold,--I saw you shivering, and you must have some gruel to drive it out.” The worthy woman bustled off, and I crouched nearer the fire; my head felt hot, and the rest of me chill; moreover, I was excited, almost to a pitch of foolishness, through my nerves and brain. This caused me to feel, not uncomfortable, but rather fearful (as I am still) of serious effects from the incidents of today and yesterday. She returned presently, bringing a smoking basin and a basket of work; and, having placed the former on the hob, drew in her seat, evidently pleased to find me so companionable. Before I came to live here, she commenced, waiting no further invitation to her story, I was almost always at Wuthering Heights; because my mother had nursed Mr. Hindley Earnshaw, that was Hareton’s father, and I got used to playing with the children--I ran errands too, and helped to make hay, and hung about the farm ready for anything that anybody would set me to. One fine summer morning--it was the beginning of harvest, I remember--Mr. Earnshaw, the old master, came downstairs, dressed for a journey; and after he had told Joseph what was to be done during the day, he turned to Hindley and Cathy and me--for I sat eating my porridge with them--and he said, speaking to his son, “Now, my bonny man, I’m going to Liverpool today--what shall I bring you? You may choose what you like, only let it be little, for I shall walk there and back,--sixty miles each way, that is a long spell!” Hindley named a fiddle, and then he asked Miss Cathy; she was hardly six years old, but she could ride any horse in the stable, and she chose a whip. |
