“What has Heathcliff done to you?” I asked. “In what has he wronged you, to warrant this appalling hatred? ”
Its a mercy t bothom isnt deaved out!
“No!” thundered Earnshaw; “should he offer to leave me, hes a dead man: persuade him to attempt it, and you are a murderess! Am I to lose all, without a chance of retrieval? Is Hareton to be a beggar? Oh, damnation! I will have it back; and Ill have his gold too; and then his blood; and hell shall have his soul! It will be ten times blacker with that guest than ever it was before!”
Youve acquainted me, Ellen, with your old masters habits. He is clearly on the verge of madness: he was so last night at least. I shuddered to be near him, and thought on the servants ill-bred moroseness as comparatively agreeable. He now recommenced his payday loans New York moody walk, and I raised the latch, and escaped into the kitchen. Joseph was bending over the fire, peering into a large pan that swung above it; and a wooden bowl of oatmeal stood on the settle close by. The contents of the pan began to boil, and he turned to plunge his hand into the bowl; I conjectured that this preparation was probably for our supper, and, being hungry, I resolved it should be eatable; so, crying out sharply, “Ill make the porridge!” I removed the vessel out of his reach, and proceeded to take off my hat and riding-habit. “Mr. Earnshaw,” I continued, “directs me to wait on myself: I will. Im not going to act the lady among you, for fear I should starve.”
“Gooid Lord!” he muttered, sitting down, and stroking his ribbed stockings from the knee to the ankle. “If theres to be fresh ortherings-just when I getten used to two maisters, if I mun hev a mistress set oer my heead, its like time to be flitting. I niver did think to see t day that I mud lave th owld place-but I doubt its nigh at hand!”
This lamentation drew no notice from me: I went briskly to work, sighing to remember a period when it would have been all merry fun; but compelled speedily to drive off the remembrance. It racked me to recall past happiness and the greater peril there was of conjuring up its apparition, the quicker the thible ran round, and the faster the handfuls of meal fell into the water. Joseph beheld my style of cookery with growing indignation.
Meanwhile, the infant ruffian continued sucking; and glowered up at me defyingly, as he slavered into the jug
“Thear!” he ejaculated. “Hareton, thou willnt sup thy porridge to-neeght; theyll be naught but lumps as big as my neive. Thear, agean! Id fling in bowl un all, if I wer ye! There, pale t guilp off, un then yell hae done wit. Bang, bang. ”
It was rather a rough mess, I own, when poured into the basins; four had been provided, and a gallon pitcher of new milk was brought from the dairy, which Hareton seized and commenced drinking and spilling from the expansive lip. I expostulated, and desired that he should have his in a mug; affirming that I could not taste the liquid treated so dirtily. The old cynic chose to be vastly offended at this nicety; assuring me, repeatedly, that “the barn was every bit as good” as I, “and every bit as wollsome,” and wondering how I could fashion to be so conceited.
“Parlour!” he echoed, sneeringly, “parlour! Nay, weve noa parlours. If yah dunnut loike wer company, theres maisters; un if yah dunnut loike maister, theres us.”
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