3. Cumbres Borrascosas

Capítulo 3
Durante su estancia en Cumbres Borrascosas, Lockwood encuentra el diario de Catherine Earnshaw y tiene una aterradora visión de su fantasma.

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Episode Transcript

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Chapter three. When the maid precededme by the stairs, she advised me
to cover the spark plug and trynot to make noise, because her master
had strange ideas about the room whereshe was going to install me and she
didn' t like anyone sleeping init. I asked him the reasons,
but he replied that he had onlybeen in the house for two years and

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that he had seen so many strangethings that he no longer wanted curiosities in
what I enjoyed the astonishment left meno room for curiosity. So I closed
the door and looked for the bed. The furniture was reduced to a hanger,
a chair and a huge oak boxwith side openings like windows. I

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approached such a strange piece of furnitureand made sure that it was a sort
of old bed, certainly destined tosupply the lack of a separate room for
each member of the family formed byitself, a small room and the window
sill, against whose wall the bedwas rhymed as a mesillo I ran one

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of the side boards between carrying thelight, closed and felt the impression that
I was covered by the watch ofHeathcliff or any of the inhabitants of the
house. I put the spark plugon the window sill. There were at
one angle several dusty books and thewall was covered with writings that had been

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drawn scraping the painting. Those writingswere reduced to a name Catalina air show
repeated over and over and over againin letters of all kinds of sizes,
but the surname varied sometimes and insteadof Catalina air Show it was read in
some places Catalina Euthcliff, Catalina Linton. Feeling very tired, I supported my

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head against the window and started mutteringCatalina air Shaw the Cliff Linton. My
eyes closed and within five minutes Ithought I saw a multitude of white letters
rise up in the darkness like lividspectra. The air seemed full of catalynes.
I crept in hoping to move awayfrom that name that came to my

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brain like an intruder, and thenI saw that the spark plug' s
blade had fallen on one of theold books, whose cover began to savour
itself over the atmosphere of a strongsmell of burnt calfskin. I rushed to
pay for it and sat down feelingcold and light dizziness. I took the
scorched tom by the candle and lookedat it was an old Bible that smelled

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like moths and on one of theleaves that was loose. I read This
book is by Catalina Airshaw and adate of twenty- five years ago,
I closed the volume and took anotherand then several more, Catherine' s
library was chosen and how spoiled wewere proved to have. It has been

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widely used, though not always forthe purposes of a book. The white
margins of each sheet were covered withmanuscript commentaries, some of which constituted isolated
judgments. Others were apparently scraps ofa newspaper badly pergened by the clumsy hand
of a child at the top ofan unprinted page. I discovered not without

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joy, a magnificent caricature of Joseph, designed crudely, but with energetic strokes.
I felt a keen interest in thatunknown cataline and tried to decipher the
hieroglyphs of her lyrics. What abad Sunday one of the paragraphs said,
how much it would give for Dadto be here. Hindley substitutes him very

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badly and behaves atrociously with Heathcliff hand I are going to have to reveal
ourselves that afternoon. We started todo it all day long, it didn
' t stop raining, we couldn' t go to church and Joseph gathered
us in the attic, while Hellyand his wife sat down by the light.
I' m sure that even ifthey did something else, they wouldn

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' t stop reading their Bibles toHeathcliff, and me and the miserable mule
- boy ordered us to take thedevotionaries and go up. They made us
sit in a sack of wheat andJoseph began his sermon, which I expected
to shorten because of the cold there. But my hope failed. The sermon

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lasted three hours just and yet mybrother, when we saw us going down,
still had the flamboyance to say howyou ended up so soon. During
Sunday afternoons they let us play,but any smallness, a simple laughter is
reason for us to be punished ina dark corner forgets you that there is
a boss here. He usually saysthe tyrant I pulled out of my head,

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I crush him. I want absoluteseriousness and silence. Boy, it
was you, darling. France pullsher hair. I heard him browning his
fingers. Francisca threw her hair athim with all her strength. Then she
sat on her husband' s kneesand the two began to do childish things,
kissing and saying stupid things. Thenwe settled in, as God gave

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us to understand in the hollow thatforms the sideboard. He hung our aprons
before us as if they were acurtain, but he had barely done it.
When Joseph arrived, he threw awaymy work and slapped me, the
newly buried Sunday master lectured as itis and the words of the Gospel resounding
still in your ears and you arealready playing. Do not be ashamed,

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sit down bad children and read piousbooks that will help you think about the
salvation of your souls as they spoketo us. He smitten old books on
our knees and forced us to sitso that a ray of the clarity of
the home would enlighten our reading.I couldn' t stand such an occupation
that I wanted to walk us.I took the book and threw it where

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the dogs were, saying I hatedthe pious books. Heathcliff did the same
with his and then started the fuss, sir helly look screamed Joseph. Miss
Catherine has broken the lids of thearmor of salvation and Heathcliff has struck the
first part of the path of perditionwith her foot. It is not possible

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to let him remain so. Orthe late lord would have given them what
they deserve, but how we lack. Hindley threw himself at us, grabbed
one by the neck and the otherby the arm and threw us into the
kitchen. There, Joseph assured usthat the devil would come looking for us
with all certainty and forced us tosit in different places where we had to

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stand apart waiting for the arrival ofthe promised character. I took this book
and a tinker that was on ashelf and opened the door a little to
have light and to be able towrite, but my companion, after twenty
minutes, felt so impatience that heproposed to take over the mantle of the
maid and cover us with him togo for a walk in the swamps.

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What a good idea So, ifthat evil old man comes along, he
' ll think that his threat fromthe devil has been realized and, in
the meantime, we' ll beout and I think no worse than here,
despite the wind and the rain.Catherine' s plan had to be
realized because the following comment varied intheme and took on a tone of lamentation.

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What a short day I suppose Hindleymade me cry so much his head
aches to the point that I can' t even put it on poor pillow
Heathcliff. Hindley called him a bumand no longer lets him eat with us
or even sit next to us.He says we won' t play together
again and he threatens to throw himout of the house. If Dad is

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disobeyed even censored for having treated Heenclifftoo well and swears he will put him
back in his rightful place. Iwas already half asleep and my eyes went
from Catherine' s manuscript to printedtext. I sensed a title engraved in
red with flowers that said seventy timesseven and the first of the seventy-

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one sermon preached by the Reverend FatherJaves Brathermon in the church of Hilmerlin Soult
and slept mechanically meditating on what theReverend Pastor would say on the subject.
But the poor quality of the teaand the gloom I had made me spend
a horrible night. I dreamt thatit was already in the morning and that

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I was returning to my home ledby Joseph. The road was covered in
snow and every time I stumbled,my companion, admonished me that I had
not taken a pilgrim' s staff, saying that without such an adminiculum I
would never be able to return tomy house and showing myself at the same
time boastfully a thick stick that heapparently regarded as a staff. At first,

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it seemed absurd to suppose that Iwas needed to enter the house.
Such an unexpected thing, an idealit up my brain. We were not
going home, but we were goingto listen to Father Branderham' s sermon
about seventy- seven times, inwhich course I do not know whether Joseph

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the preacher or I should be publiclyshamed and deprived of the Communion of the
faithful. We came to the Church, before what I have actually been through
two or three times. It islocated in a hollow between two hills,
next to a swamp whose mud,according to popular voice, has the property
of mummifying the corpses. The roofof the church has remained intact until now.

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More. There are few clergymen whowant to take care of that curate,
since the floor is only twenty poundsa year and the rectory consists of
only two rooms, without any glimpse. So that the violins contribute to the
needs of their pastor. With theaddition of just one penny more on my
floor an abundant crowd listened to javeswho preached a sermon divided into four hundred

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and ninety parts, each dedicated toa different sin. What I can'
t say is where he got somany sins. The Reverend were, of
course, of the most extravagant genresand such as I could never have pictured
them. Oh, what a nightmareI fell from my sleep, yawning,
head- knocking and clearing again,pinching, rubbing my eyelids, getting up

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and sitting back and sometimes playing Josephto ask him when that sermon was going
to end, but I had tolisten to it to the end. When
the first of the seventy- onecame, I came to my brain with
a sudden idea of getting up andaccusing Javes Branderman as the committer of sin
unforgivable father exclaimed centered on these fourwalls, I have endured and forgiven the

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four hundred and ninety divisions of hissermon. Seventy times seven I took the
hat to leave and seventy times sevenyou forced me to sit down again once
again. It' s excessive.Brothers of Martirio Duro, with him drag
him and tear him into particles sosmall that no evidence of his existence can

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be found again. You' rethe reproof Javes. After a solemn silence
seventy times seven, I have seenyou make gestures and two cease seventy times
seven. I consulted my conscience andfound that all this deserved forgiveness. But
the first sin of the seventy-one has now been committed and this is
unforgivable. Brothers, executed in himwhat is written honor to all saints.

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In order, the conjunctivists mounted theirpilgrims' toilets and threw themselves at me
when I was unarmed in a fightwith Joseph, who was the first to
take away his club. Many stickswere crossed and some blows destined for me
fell on other heads, all beateach other and the temple resounded to the

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sound of the blanderhan blows Assaba strongpunches on the edge of the pulpit and
so vehemently were that they ended upwaking up I found that what had suggested
to me such a tumult was thebranch of a fir that beat against the
windows of the window. Every timeI was shaken by the wind, I

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fell asleep again and dreamed even morehateful things. I recalled that they rested
a wooden box and that the windand the branches of a tree hit the
window. I was so upset bythe noise that I woke up in my
sleep and tried to open the posttigo. I didn' t get it,
because the failure was welded and thenI broke the glass with a punch and

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pulled out my hand to separate them, to disturb more branches instead of it.
I felt the contact of a wingedhand. He possessed me with intense
terror and I wanted to withdraw myarm, but the little hand was holding
on to me while a voice wasinsisting. Let me in, let me
in.“ Who you are Iasked struggling to let go Catalina Linton answered

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tremblingly,“ I had lost myselfin the swamps and now I go home
without knowing why I remembered the nameLinton, even though I had read twenty
more times the name air Shaw lookedand saw the face of a girl through
the window” The horror made meact cruelly and by failing to get rid
of the girl, I clenched myfists against the cut of the glass until

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the blood sprang and soaked the linens. But she kept moaning. Let me
in and he was pressing my hand. In fright I came to the top
of how I' m going tolet you in, I said at last.
If you don' t let goof my hand, the ghost loosened
his pressure. I rushed my handthrough the gap of the broken glass.
I piled a pile of books againsthim and covered my ears so as not

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to listen to the painful plea.I spent about 15 minutes like this,
but as soon as I came backto attend, I felt the same plea.
I cried out, I won't open you, even if you
' re asking me. Twenty yearsin a row. Twenty years have passed.
He mumbled. Twenty years have passedsince I got lost and pushed slightly
from outside the pile of books washesitant. I tried to move, but

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my muscles were so paralyzed and atthe height of horror I screamed. That
cry had not been dreamed of withgreat trouble. I felt a few steps
approaching the bedroom door, someone openedit and through the openings of the bed
I sensed light. I sat inthe sweaty bed, still trembling in fear.
The one who had entered murmured somewords as if speaking alone and then

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said in the tone of the onewho does not expect to receive an answer.
There' s someone. I recognizedHeathcliff' s voice and realized that
it was necessary to reveal my presenceto him, for if I would not
search and find myself I broke thetables of the bed. It will take
me a long time to forget theeffect my action had on him. Heathcliff

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stood at the door, wore hissleeping clothes. He held a candle in
his hand and his face was whiteas the wall The noise of the boards.
When it ran off, it causedthe effect of an electric current.
The candle slipped between his fingers andhis excitement was such that he had a
hard time picking it up. I' m Lowood I said to stop him

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from continuing to show me his fear. I screamed without realizing it while dreaming.
I' m sorry to bother you. God, you' re mistaken,
Mr Lowo Go to the beginning ofhim. Who has brought him into
this room, continuing his nails inthe palms of his hands and gnashing his
teeth in his effort to master theexcitement that possessed him. Who brought you

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here, tell me to throw youout of the house immediately your maid zela
answered by leaving the bed and pickingup my clothes, do with her whatever
it seems to you because you deserveit. I figure you wanted to prove
at my expense if this place,in fact, was haunted and I assure
you that in reality it is,had been populated with goblins and goblins.

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You' re right to keep itclosed. No one will thank you for
sleeping in this room. What doyou mean and what are you doing.
He replied Heathkill to lie down ifhe spends the night, but in the
name of God, do not repeatthe scandal before. There' s no
possible justification unless he' s gettingsmoldered. Alive. If that demon witch

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gets into an insecure one who strangledme, I answered her. I don
' t feel like taking any morepersecutions from your hospitable. Antecedent Reverend Javes
Bratherhon would perhaps not be his relativeson the mother' s part. And
as for Catherine, Airshaw or LintonO, as it was called a good

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piece, it should have been made. As he told me, he has
been wandering for twenty years, whichis certainly just punishment for his evils.
At that time I remembered that Heathcliff' s last name was attached in the
book to Catherine' s, whichI had forgotten until then. I was
ashamed of my rudeness, but asif I didn' t realize I had
committed it, I continued. Thepoint is, first thing in the night,

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I was going to say I wasgoing through those books, but I
corrected myself and kept repeating the nameI wrote in this window to see if
I fell asleep how dare you talkto me like this. Being in my
house bludgeoned Heathcliff must have gone mad. When he talks to me like that,

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he hits his forehead with violence.I didn' t know whether to
offend or keep explaining myself, butI felt so moved that I felt compassion
for him and continued to tell himmy dream and assure him that I had
never heard Catherine Linton' s namepronounced until then, but that by virtue
of having written it there he cameto corporatize while I fell asleep as he

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explained to me, Healthkley, hadgradually been withdrawing from my side until he
ended up hiding behind the bed judgingby the suffocation of his breathing. I
was struggling to suppress his emotions Ipretended not to realize and continued to dress
and I said it' s notyet the three I thought it would be
six o' clock, at leastthe time here becomes endless. True,
it was only supposed to be eighto' clock. When we lay down

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in winter, we always retire atnine o' clock and get up at
four o' clock. My landlordreplied by repressing a moan and wiping a
tear as I guessed for a lawsuiton his arm. Lie down, he
added, as if he were goingdown so early or he' d only
get in the way. For mypart, his screams have sent my dream
to the devil and the same thinghappens to me. I answered. I

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' ll go down to the yardand walk through it until dawn and then
I' ll leave. Don't be afraid of a new intrusion from
me. Today' s show hastaken away my desire to seek friends either
in the countryside or in the city. A wise man to have enough company
with himself magnificent, company murmured Heathcliffcatch the candle and go wherever he wants.

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I' ll meet you. Thendon' t go out into the
yard because the dogs are loose,or into the living room because you'
re there on surveillance, so youjust have to walk down the halls and
the stairs. However, go Iwill meet you in two minutes, or
yes and I walked away from theroom as much as I could, but
since I did not know where thenarrow corridors were going to stand, I

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stopped and then attended superstitious demonstrations thatmissed me in the case of a man
as practical as that character had apparentlyentered the bed and a tin or rrio
the window as I broke to cry, O Catherine said see I implore you
once more, O beloved of myheart, come at last, but the

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ghost, with one of the whimscommon to all spectra, did not show
up. On the other hand,the wind and snow entered through the window
and extinguished the light so painful.Congoja was reflected in the crisis suffered by
that man who threw me reproaching myselffor having listened to him and for having

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told him about my nightmare, whichhad affected him in such a way for
reasons that I did not reach myunderstanding. I went down to the floor,
went down and arrived in the kitchen, where I lit the spark plug
in the back of the light.There was no living being there. He
accepted a cat that went out intothe ashes and greeted me with a grumpy
grunt. Two semicircular benches were positionedin the fire, understanding one of them

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and the cat settled in the other. We were both starting to fall asleep.
When an intruder invaded our retreat itwas Joseph, who was coming down
a wooden ladder to conduct his attic. He threw a creepy look at the
flame that I had lit. Hedrove the cat out of his place and
seized it and dedicated himself to carryingtobacco. A pipe measuring three inches in

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length. I should regard my presencein his sanctuary as a shameless one,
such that it deserved no comment evenat all mutism. His pipe came to
his mouth, crossed his arms andstarted smoking. I did not interrupt his
pleasure and he, after sucking thelast mouthful, rose, sighed and left

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as gravely as he had arrived.Other more elastic footprints sounded near me and
I barely cried my mouth to greetit I closed it again when I heard
that Harthton Airn Shaw dedicated himself toreciting in a contained voice a psalm composed
of as many curses as objects andwas playing as he was toiling in a

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corner in search of a roast toremove the snow. He looked at me,
dilated his nose fins, and somuch thought he would greet me and
the cat that kept me company understandingfor his preparations that he was preparing to
leave. I left my hard bedand got ready to follow him. He
noticed it and with the handle ofthe hoe he pointed to me a door
that communicated with the living room thewomen were in the jants, whipped the

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fire with a folosal bellows and thelady heathcliff kneeling before the light, read
a book to the glow of theflames, had her hand set between the
fire and her eyes and remained embeddedin the reading, which only interrupted from
time to time to rebuke the cookmade sparks come out on her or to

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separate one of the dogs, whosometimes rubbed it with the snout. I
was surprised to see heathcliff standing thereby the fire and apparently, concluding then
to release a sprinkle on the poorpolcilla, which as soon as he suspended
his task and sighed about you miserable, and heathclip uttered an uncompromising word addressing
his daughter- in- law.I see you' re still with your

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hateful old tricks. The others workto earn the bread they eat only you
live by my charity. Get thatsucker out of here and make yourself useful.
You were supposed to pay me forthe misfortune of seeing you You always
fucking hear me brute. I'll leave my sucker because you could take
it away from me if the younglady didn' t answer by closing the

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book and throwing it over in achair. But even if your mouth is
lit by insulting me, I willdo nothing, not being what I think
is right, Heatley raised her hand, but her interlocutor, approving that she
had a habit of those scenes,jumped out of her reach. Contrary to
such an episode, I approached thelight pretending not to have repaired the dispute
and they and they are saw thedecorum of concealing Headley so as not to

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fall into the temptation to beat Sonuera. He put his hands in his pockets.
The woman retired to a corner andwhile I was there, she remained
silent as a statue, but Idid not stay long. I gave up
the invitation that made me accompany themto breakfast and as soon as I pointed
out the first clarity of the aurora, I went out into the open air

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that was cold and clear like ice. Headlin called me as I crossed the
garden and volunteered to accompany me throughthe swamps. He did well, as
the hill was turned into an undulatingsea of snow that concealed all the inequalities
of the land. The impression Ikept from the fabrication of the floor.
It did not respond at all towhat we now saw, because the holes

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were full of snow and the pilesof stones relics of the work of the
quarries that bordered the road had disappearedunder the vault. I had not distinguished
the previous day a session of stonesin the s along the road and bleached
with lime to serve as a referencein the darkness and also when snowfalls could
confuse the safe land of the roadwith those with the quicksand puddles of its

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margins. But at the time theydidn' t even notice those milestones.
My companion had to warn me severaltimes to stop me from getting out of
the way without noticing it. Wespoke very little at the entrance to the
farm park. Heathcliff stopped, toldme he assumed that I would no longer

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stray and with a simple head inclinationwe said goodbye in the goal. There
was no one and it took metwo hours to travel the remaining two miles
to the farm. Given the manytimes I washed the road, straying into
the grove and sinking into snow tomy waist. It was noon. When
I got home, the housekeeper andhis satellites came up with riots to greet

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me and assured me that I wasbeing killed and that they were thinking of
going looking for my corpse in thesnow. I advised them to calm down,
as I had finally returned. Iwent up the stairs hard and entered
my room. He was numb tothe bones. I changed my clothes and
went through the room thirty or fortyminutes to get warm, and then I

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settled in the office, perhaps farremoved from the good fire and comforting coffee
that the housekeeper prepared for me pagethirty- nine.