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people; we should learn to forgive.”
“No, God won’t have the satisfaction that I shall,” he returned.
“I only wish I knew the best way! Let me alone, and I’ll plan it out:
while I’m thinking of that I don’t feel pain.”
But, Mr. Lockwood, I forget these tales cannot divert you. I’m
annoyed how I should dream of chattering on at such a rate; and
your gruel cold, and you nodding for bed! I could have told
Heathcliff’s history, all that you need hear, in half-a-dozen words.
Thus interrupting herself, the housekeeper rose, and proceeded
to lay aside her sewing; but I felt incapable of moving from the
hearth, and I was very far from nodding.
“Sit still, Mrs. Dean,” I cried, “do sit still, another half-hour!
You’ve done just right to tell the story leisurely. That is the
method I like, and you must finish in the same style. I am
interested in every character you have mentioned, more or less.”
“The clock is on the stroke of eleven, sir.”
“No matter--I’m not accustomed to go to bed in the long hours.
One or two is early enough for a person who lies till ten.”
“You shouldn’t lie till ten. There’s the very prime of the
morning gone long before that time. A person who has not done
one half his day’s work by ten o’clock, runs a chance of leaving the
other half undone.”
“Nevertheless, Mrs. Dean, resume your chair; because
tomorrow I intend lengthening the night till afternoon. I
prognosticate for myself an obstinate cold, at least.”
“I hope not, sir. Well, you must allow me to leap over some
three years; during that space Mrs. Earnshaw--”
“No, no, I’ll allow nothing of the sort! Are you acquainted with