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1"Is he a ghoul or a vampire?" I mused. I had read of such hideous incarnate demons. And then I set myself to reflect how
2I had tended him in infancy, and watched him grow to youth, and followed him almost through his whole course; and what
3absurd nonsense it was to yield to that sense of horror. "But where did he come from, the little dark thing, harboured
4by a good man to his bane?" muttered Superstition, as I dozed into unconsciousness. And I began, half dreaming, to weary
5myself with imagining some fit parentage for him; and, repeating my waking meditations, I tracked his existence over
6again, with grim variations; at last, picturing his death and funeral: of which, all I can remember is, being
7exceedingly vexed at having the task of dictating an inscription for his monument, and consulting the sexton about it;
8and, as he had no surname, and we could not tell his age, we were obliged to content ourselves with the single word,
9"Heathcliff." That came true: we were. If you enter the kirkyard, you'll read, on his headstone, only that, and the date
10of his death. Dawn restored me to common sense. I rose, and went into the garden, as soon as I could see, to ascertain
11if there were any footmarks under his window. There were none. "He has stayed at home," I thought, "and he'll be all
12right to-day." I prepared breakfast for the household, as was my usual custom, but told Hareton and Catherine to get
13theirs ere the master came down, for he lay late. They preferred taking it out of doors, under the trees, and I set a
14little table to accommodate them. On my re-entrance, I found Mr. Heathcliff below. He and Joseph were conversing about
15some farming business; he gave clear, minute directions concerning the matter discussed, but he spoke rapidly, and
16turned his head continually aside, and had the same excited expression, even more exaggerated. When Joseph quitted the
17room he took his seat in the place he generally chose, and I put a basin of coffee before him. He drew it nearer, and
18then rested his arms on the table, and looked at the opposite wall, as I supposed, surveying one particular portion, up
19and down, with glittering, restless eyes, and with such eager interest that he stopped breathing during half a minute
20together. "Come now," I exclaimed, pushing some bread against his hand, "eat and drink that, while it is hot: it has
21been waiting near an hour." He didn't notice me, and yet he smiled. I'd rather have seen him gnash his teeth than smile
22so. "Mr. Heathcliff! master!" I cried, "don't, for God's sake, stare as if you saw an unearthly vision." "Don't, for
23God's sake, shout so loud," he replied. "Turn round, and tell me, are we by ourselves?" "Of course," was my answer; "of
24course we are." Still, I involuntarily obeyed him, as if I was not quite sure. With a sweep of his hand he cleared a
25vacant space in front among the breakfast things, and leant forward to gaze more at his ease. Now, I perceived he was
26not looking at the wall; for when I regarded him alone, it seemed exactly that he gazed at something within two yards'
27distance. And whatever it was, it communicated, apparently, both pleasure and pain in exquisite extremes: at least the
28anguished, yet raptured, expression of his countenance suggested that idea. The fancied object was not fixed, either:
29his eyes pursued it with unwearied diligence, and, even in speaking to me, were never weaned away. I vainly reminded him
30of his protracted abstinence from food: if he stirred to touch anything in compliance with my entreaties, if he
31stretched his hand out to get a piece of bread, his fingers clenched before they reached it, and remained on the table,
32forgetful of their aim. I sat, a model of patience, trying to attract his absorbed attention from its engrossing
33speculation; till he grew irritable, and got up, asking why I would not allow him to have his own time in taking his
34meals? and saying that on the next occasion I needn't wait: I might set the things down and go. Having uttered these
35words he left the house, slowly sauntered down the garden path, and disappeared through the gate. The hours crept
36anxiously by: another evening came. I did not retire to rest till late, and when I did, I could not sleep. He returned
37after midnight, and, instead of going to bed, shut himself into the room beneath. I listened, and tossed about, and,
38finally, dressed and descended. It was too irksome to lie there, harassing my brain with a hundred idle misgivings. I
39distinguished Mr. Heathcliff's step, restlessly measuring the floor, and he frequently broke the silence by a deep
40inspiration, resembling a groan. He muttered detached words also; the only one I could catch was the name of Catherine,
41coupled with some wild term of endearment or suffering; and spoken as one would speak to a person present; low and
42earnest, and wrung from the depth of his soul. I had not courage to walk straight into the apartment; but I desired to
43divert him from his reverie, and therefore fell foul of the kitchen fire, stirred it, and began to scrape the cinders.
44It drew him forth sooner than I expected. He opened the door immediately, and said--"Nelly, come here--is it morning?
45Come in with your light." "It is striking four," I answered. "You want a candle to take upstairs: you might have lit one
46at this fire." "No, I don't wish to go upstairs," he said. "Come in, and kindle me a fire, and do anything there is to
47do about the room." "I must blow the coals red first, before I can carry any," I replied, getting a chair and the
48bellows. He roamed to and fro, meantime, in a state approaching distraction; his heavy sighs succeeding each other so
49thick as to leave no space for common breathing between. "When day breaks I'll send for Green," he said; "I wish to make
50some legal inquiries of him while I can bestow a thought on those matters, and while I can act calmly. I have not
51written my will yet; and how to leave my property I cannot determine. I wish I could annihilate it from the face of the
52earth." "I would not talk so, Mr. Heathcliff," I interposed. "Let your will be a while: you'll be spared to repent of
53your many injustices yet! I never expected that your nerves would be disordered: they are, at present, marvellously so,
54however; and almost entirely through your own fault. The way you've passed these three last days might knock up a Titan.
55Do take some food, and some repose. You need only look at yourself in a glass to see how you require both. Your cheeks
56are hollow, and your eyes blood-shot, like a person starving with hunger and going blind with loss of sleep." "It is not
57my fault that I cannot eat or rest," he replied. "I assure you it is through no settled designs. I'll do both, as soon
58as I possibly can. But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water rest within arms' length of the shore! I must
59reach it first, and then I'll rest. Well, never mind Mr. Green: as to repenting of my injustices, I've done no
60injustice, and I repent of nothing. I'm too happy; and yet I'm not happy enough. My soul's bliss kills my body, but does
61not satisfy itself." "Happy, master?" I cried. "Strange happiness! If you would hear me without being angry, I might
62offer some advice that would make you happier." "What is that?" he asked. "Give it." "You are aware, Mr. Heathcliff," I
63said, "that from the time you were thirteen years old you have lived a selfish, unchristian life; and probably hardly
64had a Bible in your hands during all that period. You must have forgotten the contents of the book, and you may not have
65space to search it now. Could it be hurtful to send for some one--some minister of any denomination, it does not matter
66which--to explain it, and show you how very far you have erred from its precepts; and how unfit you will be for its
67heaven, unless a change takes place before you die?"
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