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"What is to be done, my dear Emma?--what is to be done?" was Mr. Woodhouse's first exclamation, and all that he could say for some time. To her he looked for comfort; and her assurances of safety, her representation of the excellence of the horses, and of James, and of their having so many friends about them, revived him a little. His eldest daughter's alarm was equal to his own. The horror of being blocked up at Randalls, while her children were
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at Hartfield, was full in her imagination; and fancying the road to be now just passable for adventurous people, but in a state that admitted no delay, she was eager to have it settled, that her father and Emma should remain at Randalls, while she and her husband set forward instantly through all the possible accumulations of drifted snow that might impede them. "You had better order the carriage directly, my love," said she; "I dare say we shall be able to get along, if we set off directly; and if we do come to any thing very bad, I
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I dare say we shall get home very well. Another hour or two's snow can hardly make the road impassable; and we are two carriages; if one is blown over in the bleak part of the common field there will be the other at hand. I dare say we shall be all safe at Hartfield before midnight." Mr. Weston, with triumph of a different sort, was confessing that he had known it to be snowing some time, but had not said a word, lest it should make Mr. Woodhouse
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uncomfortable, and be an excuse for his hurrying away. As to there being any quantity of snow fallen or likely to fall to impede their return, that was a mere joke; he was afraid they would find no difficulty. He wished the road might be impassable, that he might be able to keep them all at Randalls; and with the utmost good-will was sure that accommodation might be found for every body, calling on his wife to agree with him, that with a little contrivance, every body might be lodged, which she hardly knew how to do, from the consciousness of there being but two spare rooms in the house.
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I dare say we shall get home very well. Another hour or two's snow can hardly make the road impassable; and we are two carriages; if one is blown over in the bleak part of the common field there will be the other at hand. I dare say we shall be all safe at Hartfield before midnight." Mr. Weston, with triumph of a different sort, was confessing that he had known it to be snowing some time, but had not said a word, lest it should make Mr. Woodhouse
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uncomfortable, and be an excuse for his hurrying away. As to there being any quantity of snow fallen or likely to fall to impede their return, that was a mere joke; he was afraid they would find no difficulty. He wished the road might be impassable, that he might be able to keep them all at Randalls; and with the utmost good-will was sure that accommodation might be found for every body, calling on his wife to agree with him, that with a little contrivance, every body might be lodged, which she hardly knew how to do, from the consciousness of there being but two spare rooms in the house.
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They arrived, the carriage turned, the step was let down, and Mr. Elton, spruce, black, and smiling, was with them instantly. Emma thought with pleasure of some change of subject. Mr. Elton was all obligation and cheerfulness; he was so very cheerful in his civilities indeed, that she began to think he must have received a different account of Harriet from what had reached her. She had sent while dressing, and the answer had been, "Much the same-- not better.
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" "My report from Mrs. Goddard's," said she presently, "was not so pleasant as I had hoped--`Not better' was my answer." His face lengthened immediately; and his voice was the voice of sentiment as he answered. "Oh! no--I am grieved to find--I was on the point of telling you that when I called at Mrs. Goddard's door, which I did the very last thing before I returned to dress,
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They arrived, the carriage turned, the step was let down, and Mr. Elton, spruce, black, and smiling, was with them instantly. Emma thought with pleasure of some change of subject. Mr. Elton was all obligation and cheerfulness; he was so very cheerful in his civilities indeed, that she began to think he must have received a different account of Harriet from what had reached her. She had sent while dressing, and the answer had been, "Much the same-- not better.
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" "My report from Mrs. Goddard's," said she presently, "was not so pleasant as I had hoped--`Not better' was my answer." His face lengthened immediately; and his voice was the voice of sentiment as he answered. "Oh! no--I am grieved to find--I was on the point of telling you that when I called at Mrs. Goddard's door, which I did the very last thing before I returned to dress,
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that he can;-- here are we setting forward to spend five dull hours in another man's house, with nothing to say or to hear that was not said and heard yesterday, and may not be said and heard again to-morrow. Going in dismal weather, to return probably in worse;--four horses and four servants taken out for nothing but to convey five idle, shivering creatures into colder rooms and worse company than they might have had at home." Emma did not find
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herself equal to give the pleased assent, which no doubt he was in the habit of receiving, to emulate the "Very true, my love," which must have been usually administered by his travelling companion; but she had resolution enough to refrain from making any answer at all. She could not be complying, she dreaded being quarrelsome; her heroism reached only to silence. She allowed him to talk, and arranged the glasses, and wrapped herself up, without
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that he can;-- here are we setting forward to spend five dull hours in another man's house, with nothing to say or to hear that was not said and heard yesterday, and may not be said and heard again to-morrow. Going in dismal weather, to return probably in worse;--four horses and four servants taken out for nothing but to convey five idle, shivering creatures into colder rooms and worse company than they might have had at home." Emma did not find
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herself equal to give the pleased assent, which no doubt he was in the habit of receiving, to emulate the "Very true, my love," which must have been usually administered by his travelling companion; but she had resolution enough to refrain from making any answer at all. She could not be complying, she dreaded being quarrelsome; her heroism reached only to silence. She allowed him to talk, and arranged the glasses, and wrapped herself up, without
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Mr. Elton must now be left to himself. It was no longer in Emma's power to superintend his happiness or quicken his measures. The coming of her sister's family was so very near at hand, that first in anticipation, and then in reality, it became henceforth her prime object of interest; and during the ten days of their stay at Hartfield it was not to be expected--she did not herself expect-- that any thing beyond occasional, fortuitous assistance could be afforde
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d by her to the lovers. They might advance rapidly if they would, however; they must advance somehow or other whether they would or no. She hardly wished to have more leisure for them. There are people, who the more you do for them, the less they will do for themselves. Mr. and Mrs. John Knightley, from having been longer than usual absent from Surry, were exciting of course rather more than the usual interest. Till this year, every long vacation since their marriage had been divided between Hartfield
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Mr. Elton must now be left to himself. It was no longer in Emma's power to superintend his happiness or quicken his measures. The coming of her sister's family was so very near at hand, that first in anticipation, and then in reality, it became henceforth her prime object of interest; and during the ten days of their stay at Hartfield it was not to be expected--she did not herself expect-- that any thing beyond occasional, fortuitous assistance could be afforde
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d by her to the lovers. They might advance rapidly if they would, however; they must advance somehow or other whether they would or no. She hardly wished to have more leisure for them. There are people, who the more you do for them, the less they will do for themselves. Mr. and Mrs. John Knightley, from having been longer than usual absent from Surry, were exciting of course rather more than the usual interest. Till this year, every long vacation since their marriage had been divided between Hartfield
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was not closed, however, it still remained ajar; but by engaging the housekeeper in incessant conversation, she hoped to make it practicable for him to chuse his own subject in the adjoining room. For ten minutes she could hear nothing but herself. It could be protracted no longer. She was then obliged to be finished, and make her appearance. The lovers were standing together at one of the windows. It had a most favourable aspect; and, for half a minute,
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Emma felt the glory of having schemed successfully. But it would not do; he had not come to the point. He had been most agreeable, most delightful; he had told Harriet that he had seen them go by, and had purposely followed them; other little gallantries and allusions had been dropt, but nothing serious. "Cautious, very cautious," thought Emma; "he advances inch by inch, and will hazard nothing till he believes himself secure." Still, however, though every thing had not been accomplished by her ingenious device, she could not but flatter herself that it had been the occasion of much present enjoyment to both, and must be leading them forward to the great event.
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was not closed, however, it still remained ajar; but by engaging the housekeeper in incessant conversation, she hoped to make it practicable for him to chuse his own subject in the adjoining room. For ten minutes she could hear nothing but herself. It could be protracted no longer. She was then obliged to be finished, and make her appearance. The lovers were standing together at one of the windows. It had a most favourable aspect; and, for half a minute,
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Emma felt the glory of having schemed successfully. But it would not do; he had not come to the point. He had been most agreeable, most delightful; he had told Harriet that he had seen them go by, and had purposely followed them; other little gallantries and allusions had been dropt, but nothing serious. "Cautious, very cautious," thought Emma; "he advances inch by inch, and will hazard nothing till he believes himself secure." Still, however, though every thing had not been accomplished by her ingenious device, she could not but flatter herself that it had been the occasion of much present enjoyment to both, and must be leading them forward to the great event.
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Part of my lace is gone," said she, "and I do not know how I am to contrive. I really am a most troublesome companion to you both, but I hope I am not often so ill-equipped. Mr. Elton, I must beg leave to stop at your house, and ask your housekeeper for a bit of ribband or string, or any thing just to keep my boot on." Mr. Elton looked
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all happiness at this proposition; and nothing could exceed his alertness and attention in conducting them into his house and endeavouring to make every thing appear to advantage. The room they were taken into was the one he chiefly occupied, and looking forwards; behind it was another with which it immediately communicated; the door between them was open, and Emma passed into it with the housekeeper to receive her assistance in the most comfortable manner. She was obliged to leave the door ajar as she found it; but she fully intended that Mr. Elton should close it. It
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Part of my lace is gone," said she, "and I do not know how I am to contrive. I really am a most troublesome companion to you both, but I hope I am not often so ill-equipped. Mr. Elton, I must beg leave to stop at your house, and ask your housekeeper for a bit of ribband or string, or any thing just to keep my boot on." Mr. Elton looked
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all happiness at this proposition; and nothing could exceed his alertness and attention in conducting them into his house and endeavouring to make every thing appear to advantage. The room they were taken into was the one he chiefly occupied, and looking forwards; behind it was another with which it immediately communicated; the door between them was open, and Emma passed into it with the housekeeper to receive her assistance in the most comfortable manner. She was obliged to leave the door ajar as she found it; but she fully intended that Mr. Elton should close it. It
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she was come in herself for the Stilton cheese, the north Wiltshire, the butter, the cellery, the beet-root, and all the dessert. "This would soon have led to something better, of course," was her consoling reflection; "any thing interests between those who love; and any thing will serve as introduction to what is near the heart. If I could but have kept longer away!" They now walked on together quietly, till within view of the vicarage pales, when a s
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udden resolution, of at least getting Harriet into the house, made her again find something very much amiss about her boot, and fall behind to arrange it once more. She then broke the lace off short, and dexterously throwing it into a ditch, was presently obliged to entreat them to stop, and acknowledged her inability to put herself to rights so as to be able to walk home in tolerable comfort.
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she was come in herself for the Stilton cheese, the north Wiltshire, the butter, the cellery, the beet-root, and all the dessert. "This would soon have led to something better, of course," was her consoling reflection; "any thing interests between those who love; and any thing will serve as introduction to what is near the heart. If I could but have kept longer away!" They now walked on together quietly, till within view of the vicarage pales, when a s
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udden resolution, of at least getting Harriet into the house, made her again find something very much amiss about her boot, and fall behind to arrange it once more. She then broke the lace off short, and dexterously throwing it into a ditch, was presently obliged to entreat them to stop, and acknowledged her inability to put herself to rights so as to be able to walk home in tolerable comfort.
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My first displays the wealth and pomp of kings, Lords of the earth! their luxury and ease. Another view of man, my second brings, Behold him there, the monarch of the seas! But ah! united, what reverse we have! Man's boasted power and freedom, all are flown; Lord of the earth and sea, he bends a slave, And woman, lovely woman, reigns alone. Thy ready wit the word will soon supply, May its approval beam in that soft eye!
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She cast her eye over it, pondered, caught the meaning, read it through again to be quite certain, and quite mistress of the lines, and then passing it to Harriet, sat happily smiling, and saying to herself, while Harriet was puzzling over the paper in all the confusion of hope and dulness, "Very well, Mr. Elton, very well indeed. I have read worse charades. Courtship--a very good hint. I give you credit for it. This is feeling your way. This is saying very plainly-- `Pray, Miss Smith, give me leave to pay my addresses to you. Approve my charade and my intentions in the same glance.'
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My first displays the wealth and pomp of kings, Lords of the earth! their luxury and ease. Another view of man, my second brings, Behold him there, the monarch of the seas! But ah! united, what reverse we have! Man's boasted power and freedom, all are flown; Lord of the earth and sea, he bends a slave, And woman, lovely woman, reigns alone. Thy ready wit the word will soon supply, May its approval beam in that soft eye!
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She cast her eye over it, pondered, caught the meaning, read it through again to be quite certain, and quite mistress of the lines, and then passing it to Harriet, sat happily smiling, and saying to herself, while Harriet was puzzling over the paper in all the confusion of hope and dulness, "Very well, Mr. Elton, very well indeed. I have read worse charades. Courtship--a very good hint. I give you credit for it. This is feeling your way. This is saying very plainly-- `Pray, Miss Smith, give me leave to pay my addresses to you. Approve my charade and my intentions in the same glance.'
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The very next day however produced some proof of inspiration. He called for a few moments, just to leave a piece of paper on the table containing, as he said, a charade, which a friend of his had addressed to a young lady, the object of his admiration, but which, from his manner, Emma was immediately convinced must be his own.
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I do not offer it for Miss Smith's collection," said he. "Being my friend's, I have no right to expose it in any degree to the public eye, but perhaps you may not dislike looking at it." The speech was more to Emma than to Harriet, which Emma could understand. There was deep consciousness about him, and he found it easier to meet her eye than her friend's. He was gone the next moment:--after another moment's pause, "Take it," said Emma, smiling, and pushing the paper towards Harriet--"it is for you. Take your own." But Harriet was in a tremor, and could not touch it; and Emma, never loth to be first, was obliged to examine it herself.
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The very next day however produced some proof of inspiration. He called for a few moments, just to leave a piece of paper on the table containing, as he said, a charade, which a friend of his had addressed to a young lady, the object of his admiration, but which, from his manner, Emma was immediately convinced must be his own.
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I do not offer it for Miss Smith's collection," said he. "Being my friend's, I have no right to expose it in any degree to the public eye, but perhaps you may not dislike looking at it." The speech was more to Emma than to Harriet, which Emma could understand. There was deep consciousness about him, and he found it easier to meet her eye than her friend's. He was gone the next moment:--after another moment's pause, "Take it," said Emma, smiling, and pushing the paper towards Harriet--"it is for you. Take your own." But Harriet was in a tremor, and could not touch it; and Emma, never loth to be first, was obliged to examine it herself.
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considered (especially since your making so much of her) as in a line of society above him. I was very much pleased with all that he said. I never hear better sense from any one than Robert Martin. He always speaks to the purpose; open, straightforward, and very well judging. He told me every thing; his circumstances
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and plans, and what they all proposed doing in the event of his marriage. He is an excellent young man, both as son and brother. I had no hesitation in advising him to marry. He proved to me that he could afford it; and that being the case, I was convinced he could not do better. I praised the fair lady too, and altogether sent him away very happy. If he had never esteemed my opinion before, he would
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considered (especially since your making so much of her) as in a line of society above him. I was very much pleased with all that he said. I never hear better sense from any one than Robert Martin. He always speaks to the purpose; open, straightforward, and very well judging. He told me every thing; his circumstances
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and plans, and what they all proposed doing in the event of his marriage. He is an excellent young man, both as son and brother. I had no hesitation in advising him to marry. He proved to me that he could afford it; and that being the case, I was convinced he could not do better. I praised the fair lady too, and altogether sent him away very happy. If he had never esteemed my opinion before, he would
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I have reason to think," he replied, "that Harriet Smith will soon have an offer of marriage, and from a most unexceptionable quarter:--Robert Martin is the man. Her visit to Abbey-Mill, this summer, seems to have done his business. He is desperately in love and means to marry her." "He is very obliging," said Emma; "but is he sure that Harriet means to marry him?" "Well, well, means to make her an offer then. Will that do? He came to the
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Abbey two evenings ago, on purpose to consult me about it. He knows I have a thorough regard for him and all his family, and, I believe, considers me as one of his best friends. He came to ask me whether I thought it would be imprudent in him to settle so early; whether I thought her too young: in short, whether I approved his choice altogether; having some apprehension perhaps of her being
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I have reason to think," he replied, "that Harriet Smith will soon have an offer of marriage, and from a most unexceptionable quarter:--Robert Martin is the man. Her visit to Abbey-Mill, this summer, seems to have done his business. He is desperately in love and means to marry her." "He is very obliging," said Emma; "but is he sure that Harriet means to marry him?" "Well, well, means to make her an offer then. Will that do? He came to the
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Abbey two evenings ago, on purpose to consult me about it. He knows I have a thorough regard for him and all his family, and, I believe, considers me as one of his best friends. He came to ask me whether I thought it would be imprudent in him to settle so early; whether I thought her too young: in short, whether I approved his choice altogether; having some apprehension perhaps of her being
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"Highbury gossips!--Tiresome wretches!" "Harriet may not consider every body tiresome that you would." Emma knew this was too true for contradiction, and therefore said nothing. He presently added, with a smile, "I do not pretend to fix on times or places, but I must tell you that I have good reason to believe your little
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friend will soon hear of something to her advantage." "Indeed! how so? of what sort?" "A very serious sort, I assure you;" still smiling. "Very serious! I can think of but one thing--Who is in love with her? Who makes you their confidant?" Emma was more than half in hopes of Mr. Elton's having dropt a hint. Mr. Knightley was a sort of general friend and adviser, and she knew Mr. Elton looked up to him.
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"Highbury gossips!--Tiresome wretches!" "Harriet may not consider every body tiresome that you would." Emma knew this was too true for contradiction, and therefore said nothing. He presently added, with a smile, "I do not pretend to fix on times or places, but I must tell you that I have good reason to believe your little
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friend will soon hear of something to her advantage." "Indeed! how so? of what sort?" "A very serious sort, I assure you;" still smiling. "Very serious! I can think of but one thing--Who is in love with her? Who makes you their confidant?" Emma was more than half in hopes of Mr. Elton's having dropt a hint. Mr. Knightley was a sort of general friend and adviser, and she knew Mr. Elton looked up to him.
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degree of excellence which she would have been glad to command, and ought not to have failed of. She was not much deceived as to her own skill either as an artist or a musician, but she was not unwilling to have others deceived, or sorry to know her reputation for accomplishment often higher than it deserved. There was merit in every drawing--in the least finished, perhaps the most; her style was spirited; but had there been much less,
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or had there been ten times more, the delight and admiration of her two companions would have been the same. They were both in ecstasies. A likeness pleases every body; and Miss Woodhouse's performances must be capital. "No great variety of faces for you," said Emma. "I had only my own family to study from. There is my father--another of my father--but the idea of sitting for his picture made him so nervous, that I could only take him by stealth; neither of them very like therefore. Mrs. Weston again, and again, and again, you see. Dear Mrs. Weston! always my kindest friend on every occasion. She would sit whenever I asked her. There is my sister; and really quite her own little elegant
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degree of excellence which she would have been glad to command, and ought not to have failed of. She was not much deceived as to her own skill either as an artist or a musician, but she was not unwilling to have others deceived, or sorry to know her reputation for accomplishment often higher than it deserved. There was merit in every drawing--in the least finished, perhaps the most; her style was spirited; but had there been much less,
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or had there been ten times more, the delight and admiration of her two companions would have been the same. They were both in ecstasies. A likeness pleases every body; and Miss Woodhouse's performances must be capital. "No great variety of faces for you," said Emma. "I had only my own family to study from. There is my father--another of my father--but the idea of sitting for his picture made him so nervous, that I could only take him by stealth; neither of them very like therefore. Mrs. Weston again, and again, and again, you see. Dear Mrs. Weston! always my kindest friend on every occasion. She would sit whenever I asked her. There is my sister; and really quite her own little elegant
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Oh! yes, I observed it, I assure you. It was not lost on me. But still I cannot imagine she would not be persuaded." Harriet was soon back again, and the proposal almost immediately made; and she had no scruples which could stand many minutes against the earnest pressing of both the others. Emma wished to go to work directly, and therefore produced the portfolio containing her various attempts at portraits, for not one of them had
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ever been finished, that they might decide together on the best size for Harriet. Her many beginnings were displayed. Miniatures, half-lengths, whole-lengths, pencil, crayon, and water-colours had been all tried in turn. She had always wanted to do every thing, and had made more progress both in drawing and music than many might have done with so little labour as she would ever submit to. She played and sang;--and drew in almost every style; but steadiness had always been wanting; and in nothing had she approached the
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Oh! yes, I observed it, I assure you. It was not lost on me. But still I cannot imagine she would not be persuaded." Harriet was soon back again, and the proposal almost immediately made; and she had no scruples which could stand many minutes against the earnest pressing of both the others. Emma wished to go to work directly, and therefore produced the portfolio containing her various attempts at portraits, for not one of them had
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ever been finished, that they might decide together on the best size for Harriet. Her many beginnings were displayed. Miniatures, half-lengths, whole-lengths, pencil, crayon, and water-colours had been all tried in turn. She had always wanted to do every thing, and had made more progress both in drawing and music than many might have done with so little labour as she would ever submit to. She played and sang;--and drew in almost every style; but steadiness had always been wanting; and in nothing had she approached the
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Yes, good man!--thought Emma--but what has all that to do with taking likenesses? You know nothing of drawing. Don't pretend to be in raptures about mine. Keep your raptures for Harriet's face. "Well, if you give me such kind encouragement, Mr. Elton, I believe I shall try what I can do. Harriet's features are very delicate, which makes a likeness difficult; and yet there is a peculiarity in the shape of the eye and the lines about the mouth which one ought to catch."
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"Exactly so--The shape of the eye and the lines about the mouth--I have not a doubt of your success. Pray, pray attempt it. As you will do it, it will indeed, to use your own words, be an exquisite possession." "But I am afraid, Mr. Elton, Harriet will not like to sit. She thinks so little of her own beauty. Did not you observe her manner of answering me? How completely it meant, `why should my picture be drawn?'
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Yes, good man!--thought Emma--but what has all that to do with taking likenesses? You know nothing of drawing. Don't pretend to be in raptures about mine. Keep your raptures for Harriet's face. "Well, if you give me such kind encouragement, Mr. Elton, I believe I shall try what I can do. Harriet's features are very delicate, which makes a likeness difficult; and yet there is a peculiarity in the shape of the eye and the lines about the mouth which one ought to catch."
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"Exactly so--The shape of the eye and the lines about the mouth--I have not a doubt of your success. Pray, pray attempt it. As you will do it, it will indeed, to use your own words, be an exquisite possession." "But I am afraid, Mr. Elton, Harriet will not like to sit. She thinks so little of her own beauty. Did not you observe her manner of answering me? How completely it meant, `why should my picture be drawn?'
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generally known of her history. She had no visible friends but what had been acquired at Highbury, and was now just returned from a long visit in the country to some young ladies who had been at school there with her. She was a very pretty girl, and her beauty happened to be of a sort which Emma particularly admired. She was short, plump, and fair, with a fine bloom, blue eyes, light hair, regular features, and a look of great sweetness, and, before the end of the evening, Emma was as much pleased with her manners as her person, and quite determined to continue the acquaintance.
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She was not struck by any thing remarkably clever in Miss Smith's conversation, but she found her altogether very engaging--not inconveniently shy, not unwilling to talk--and yet so far from pushing, shewing so proper and becoming a deference, seeming so pleasantly grateful for being admitted to Hartfield, and so artlessly impressed by the appearance of every thing in so superior a style to what she had been used to, that she must have good sense, and deserve encouragement. Encouragement should be given. Those soft blue eyes, and all those natural graces, should not be wasted on the inferior
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generally known of her history. She had no visible friends but what had been acquired at Highbury, and was now just returned from a long visit in the country to some young ladies who had been at school there with her. She was a very pretty girl, and her beauty happened to be of a sort which Emma particularly admired. She was short, plump, and fair, with a fine bloom, blue eyes, light hair, regular features, and a look of great sweetness, and, before the end of the evening, Emma was as much pleased with her manners as her person, and quite determined to continue the acquaintance.
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She was not struck by any thing remarkably clever in Miss Smith's conversation, but she found her altogether very engaging--not inconveniently shy, not unwilling to talk--and yet so far from pushing, shewing so proper and becoming a deference, seeming so pleasantly grateful for being admitted to Hartfield, and so artlessly impressed by the appearance of every thing in so superior a style to what she had been used to, that she must have good sense, and deserve encouragement. Encouragement should be given. Those soft blue eyes, and all those natural graces, should not be wasted on the inferior
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delighted to see her father look comfortable, and very much pleased with herself for contriving things so well; but the quiet prosings of three such women made her feel that every evening so spent was indeed one of the long evenings she had fearfully anticipated. As she sat one morning, looking forward to exactly such a close of the present day, a note was brought from Mrs. Goddard, requesting, in most respectful terms, to be allowed to
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bring Miss Smith with her; a most welcome request: for Miss Smith was a girl of seventeen, whom Emma knew very well by sight, and had long felt an interest in, on account of her beauty. A very gracious invitation was returned, and the evening no longer dreaded by the fair mistress of the mansion. Harriet Smith was the natural daughter of somebody. Somebody had placed her, several years back, at Mrs. Goddard's school, and somebody had lately raised her from the condition of scholar to that of parlour-boarder. This was all that was
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delighted to see her father look comfortable, and very much pleased with herself for contriving things so well; but the quiet prosings of three such women made her feel that every evening so spent was indeed one of the long evenings she had fearfully anticipated. As she sat one morning, looking forward to exactly such a close of the present day, a note was brought from Mrs. Goddard, requesting, in most respectful terms, to be allowed to
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bring Miss Smith with her; a most welcome request: for Miss Smith was a girl of seventeen, whom Emma knew very well by sight, and had long felt an interest in, on account of her beauty. A very gracious invitation was returned, and the evening no longer dreaded by the fair mistress of the mansion. Harriet Smith was the natural daughter of somebody. Somebody had placed her, several years back, at Mrs. Goddard's school, and somebody had lately raised her from the condition of scholar to that of parlour-boarder. This was all that was
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prodigies. Mrs. Goddard's school was in high repute--and very deservedly; for Highbury was reckoned a particularly healthy spot: she had an ample house and garden, gave the children plenty of wholesome food, let them run about a great deal in the summer, and in winter dressed their chilblains with her own hands. It was no wonder that a train of twenty young couple now walked after her to church. She was a plain, motherly kind of woman, who had worked
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hard in her youth, and now thought herself entitled to the occasional holiday of a tea-visit; and having formerly owed much to Mr. Woodhouse's kindness, felt his particular claim on her to leave her neat parlour, hung round with fancy-work, whenever she could, and win or lose a few sixpences by his fireside. These were the ladies whom Emma found herself very frequently able to collect; and happy was she, for her father's sake, in the power; though, as far as she was herself concerned, it was no remedy for the absence of Mrs. Weston. She was
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prodigies. Mrs. Goddard's school was in high repute--and very deservedly; for Highbury was reckoned a particularly healthy spot: she had an ample house and garden, gave the children plenty of wholesome food, let them run about a great deal in the summer, and in winter dressed their chilblains with her own hands. It was no wonder that a train of twenty young couple now walked after her to church. She was a plain, motherly kind of woman, who had worked
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hard in her youth, and now thought herself entitled to the occasional holiday of a tea-visit; and having formerly owed much to Mr. Woodhouse's kindness, felt his particular claim on her to leave her neat parlour, hung round with fancy-work, whenever she could, and win or lose a few sixpences by his fireside. These were the ladies whom Emma found herself very frequently able to collect; and happy was she, for her father's sake, in the power; though, as far as she was herself concerned, it was no remedy for the absence of Mrs. Weston. She was
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with blessings in such an excellent mother, and so many good neighbours and friends, and a home that wanted for nothing. The simplicity and cheerfulness of her nature, her contented and grateful spirit, were a recommendation to every body, and a mine of felicity to herself. She was a great talker upon little matters, which exactly suited Mr. Woodhouse, full of trivial communications and harmless gossip. Mrs. Goddard was the mistress o
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f a School--not of a seminary, or an establishment, or any thing which professed, in long sentences of refined nonsense, to combine liberal acquirements with elegant morality, upon new principles and new systems--and where young ladies for enormous pay might be screwed out of health and into vanity--but a real, honest, old-fashioned Boarding-school, where a reasonable quantity of accomplishments were sold at a reasonable price, and where girls might be sent to be out of the way, and scramble themselves into a little education, without any danger of coming back
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with blessings in such an excellent mother, and so many good neighbours and friends, and a home that wanted for nothing. The simplicity and cheerfulness of her nature, her contented and grateful spirit, were a recommendation to every body, and a mine of felicity to herself. She was a great talker upon little matters, which exactly suited Mr. Woodhouse, full of trivial communications and harmless gossip. Mrs. Goddard was the mistress o
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f a School--not of a seminary, or an establishment, or any thing which professed, in long sentences of refined nonsense, to combine liberal acquirements with elegant morality, upon new principles and new systems--and where young ladies for enormous pay might be screwed out of health and into vanity--but a real, honest, old-fashioned Boarding-school, where a reasonable quantity of accomplishments were sold at a reasonable price, and where girls might be sent to be out of the way, and scramble themselves into a little education, without any danger of coming back
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She said with real emotion: "You're so good,Jefferson.So patient!I feel I'vetreated you very badly.I really have been downright mean to you." "Now,look here,Nadine,let's get this right.I've always known what mylimitations were where you were concerned.I'd had the deepest affection andrespect for you ever since I've known you.All I want is your happiness.That'sall I've ever wanted.Seeing you unhappy has very nearly driven me crazy.And Imay
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say that I've blamed Lennox.I've felt that he didn't deserve to keep you ifhe didn't value your happiness a little more than he seemed to do." Mr Cope took a breath and went on: "Now I"ll admit that after travelling with you to Petra,I felt that perhapsLennox wasn't quite so much to blame as I thought.He wasn't so much selfishwhere you were concerned,as too unselfish where his mother was concerned.I don'twant to say anything against the dead,but I do think that your mother-in-law wasperhaps an unusually difficult woman." "Yes,I think you may say that,"murmured Nadine. "Anyway,"went on Mr Cope,"you came to me yesterday and told me that you'ddefinitely decided to leave Lennox.I applaud your decision.It wasn't right -the
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She said with real emotion: "You're so good,Jefferson.So patient!I feel I'vetreated you very badly.I really have been downright mean to you." "Now,look here,Nadine,let's get this right.I've always known what mylimitations were where you were concerned.I'd had the deepest affection andrespect for you ever since I've known you.All I want is your happiness.That'sall I've ever wanted.Seeing you unhappy has very nearly driven me crazy.And Imay
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say that I've blamed Lennox.I've felt that he didn't deserve to keep you ifhe didn't value your happiness a little more than he seemed to do." Mr Cope took a breath and went on: "Now I"ll admit that after travelling with you to Petra,I felt that perhapsLennox wasn't quite so much to blame as I thought.He wasn't so much selfishwhere you were concerned,as too unselfish where his mother was concerned.I don'twant to say anything against the dead,but I do think that your mother-in-law wasperhaps an unusually difficult woman." "Yes,I think you may say that,"murmured Nadine. "Anyway,"went on Mr Cope,"you came to me yesterday and told me that you'ddefinitely decided to leave Lennox.I applaud your decision.It wasn't right -the
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Nadine Boynton came out of the hotel.As she hesitated uncertainly,a waitingfigure sprang forward. Mr Jefferson Cope was immediately at his lady's side. "Shall we walk up this way?I think it's the pleasantest." She acquiesced. They walked along and Mr cope talked.His words came freely if a triflemonotonously.It is not certain whether he perceived that Nadine was notlistening.As they turned aside on to the stony flower-covered hill-side,sheinterrupted him.
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"Jefferson,I'm sorry.I've got to talk to you." Her face had gown pale. "Why,certainly,my dear.Anything you like,but don't distress yourself." She said: "You 're cleverer than I thought.You know,don't you,what I'm goingto say?" "It is undoubtedly true,"said Mr Cope,"that circumstances alter cases.I dofeel,very profoundly,that in the present circumstances decisions may have to bereconsidered."He sighed."You've got to go right ahead,Nadine,and do just whatyou feel."
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Nadine Boynton came out of the hotel.As she hesitated uncertainly,a waitingfigure sprang forward. Mr Jefferson Cope was immediately at his lady's side. "Shall we walk up this way?I think it's the pleasantest." She acquiesced. They walked along and Mr cope talked.His words came freely if a triflemonotonously.It is not certain whether he perceived that Nadine was notlistening.As they turned aside on to the stony flower-covered hill-side,sheinterrupted him.
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"Jefferson,I'm sorry.I've got to talk to you." Her face had gown pale. "Why,certainly,my dear.Anything you like,but don't distress yourself." She said: "You 're cleverer than I thought.You know,don't you,what I'm goingto say?" "It is undoubtedly true,"said Mr Cope,"that circumstances alter cases.I dofeel,very profoundly,that in the present circumstances decisions may have to bereconsidered."He sighed."You've got to go right ahead,Nadine,and do just whatyou feel."
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"Yes." He saw her lips tremble as she asked,"What?" "I have found out to whom Raymond Boynton spoke that night in Jerusalem.Itwas to his sister Carol." "Carol -of course!" Then she went on: "did you tell him -did you ask him -" It was no use.She could not go on.Poirot looked at her gravely andcompassionately.He said quietly:
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"It means -so much to you,mademoiselle?" "It means just everything!"said Sarah.Then she squared her shoulders."ButI've got to know." Poirot said quietly: "He told me that it was a hysterical outburst -nomore!That he and his sister were worked up.He told me that in daylight such anidea appeared fantastic to them both." "I see......" Poirot said gently: "miss Sarah,will you not tell me what it is you fear?" Sarah turned a white despairing face upon him. "That afternoon -we were together.And he left me saying -saying he wanted todo something now -while he had the courage.I thought he meant just to -to tellher.But supposing he meant......" Her voice died away.She stood rigid,fighting for control.
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"Yes." He saw her lips tremble as she asked,"What?" "I have found out to whom Raymond Boynton spoke that night in Jerusalem.Itwas to his sister Carol." "Carol -of course!" Then she went on: "did you tell him -did you ask him -" It was no use.She could not go on.Poirot looked at her gravely andcompassionately.He said quietly:
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"It means -so much to you,mademoiselle?" "It means just everything!"said Sarah.Then she squared her shoulders."ButI've got to know." Poirot said quietly: "He told me that it was a hysterical outburst -nomore!That he and his sister were worked up.He told me that in daylight such anidea appeared fantastic to them both." "I see......" Poirot said gently: "miss Sarah,will you not tell me what it is you fear?" Sarah turned a white despairing face upon him. "That afternoon -we were together.And he left me saying -saying he wanted todo something now -while he had the courage.I thought he meant just to -to tellher.But supposing he meant......" Her voice died away.She stood rigid,fighting for control.
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In another minute the girl had reached them. Dr Gerard performed the introduction. "Miss Boynton,this is M.Hercule Poirot." "Oh."She looked at him uncertainly.Her fingers joined together,twinedthemselves uneasily in and out.The enchanted nymph had come back from thecountry of enchantment.She was now just an ordinary awkward girl,slightlynervous and ill at ease. Poirot said: "It is a piece of good fortune meeting you here,mademoiselle.Itried to
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see you in the hotel." "Did you?" Her smile was vacant.Her fingers began plucking at the belt of her dress.Hesaid gently: "Will you walk with me a little way?" She moved docilely enough,obedient to his whim. Presently she said,rather unexpectedly,in a queer,hurried voice: "You are -you are a detective,aren't you?" "Yes,mademoiselle." "A very well-known detective?" "The best detective in the world,"said Poirot,stating it as a simpletruth,no more,no less. Ginevra Boynton breathed very softly: "You have come here to protect me?" Poirot stroked his moustache thoughtfully.He said:
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In another minute the girl had reached them. Dr Gerard performed the introduction. "Miss Boynton,this is M.Hercule Poirot." "Oh."She looked at him uncertainly.Her fingers joined together,twinedthemselves uneasily in and out.The enchanted nymph had come back from thecountry of enchantment.She was now just an ordinary awkward girl,slightlynervous and ill at ease. Poirot said: "It is a piece of good fortune meeting you here,mademoiselle.Itried to
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see you in the hotel." "Did you?" Her smile was vacant.Her fingers began plucking at the belt of her dress.Hesaid gently: "Will you walk with me a little way?" She moved docilely enough,obedient to his whim. Presently she said,rather unexpectedly,in a queer,hurried voice: "You are -you are a detective,aren't you?" "Yes,mademoiselle." "A very well-known detective?" "The best detective in the world,"said Poirot,stating it as a simpletruth,no more,no less. Ginevra Boynton breathed very softly: "You have come here to protect me?" Poirot stroked his moustache thoughtfully.He said:
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"It is not from me that you can get the answer,mademoiselle,"said Poirotquietly. "I was just considering.I hardly noticed at the time,but now,looking back-" "Yes?" Carol said slowly: "It is true -she was a funny colour -her face was veryred-more so than usual." "She might,perhaps,have had a shock of some kind?"Poirot suggested. "A shock?"she stared at him. "Yes,she might have had,let us say,some trouble with one of the Arabservants."
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"Oh!"Her face cleared."Yes-she might." "She did not mention such a thing having happened?" "N-o-no,nothing at all." Poirot went on: "and what did you do next,mademoiselle?" "I went to my tent and lay down for about half an hour.Then I went down tothe marquee.My brother and his wife were there reading." "And what did you do?" "Oh!I had some sewing to do.And then I picked up a magazine." "Did you speak to your mother again on your way to the marquee?" No.I went straight down.I don't think I even glanced in her direction." "And then?"
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"It is not from me that you can get the answer,mademoiselle,"said Poirotquietly. "I was just considering.I hardly noticed at the time,but now,looking back-" "Yes?" Carol said slowly: "It is true -she was a funny colour -her face was veryred-more so than usual." "She might,perhaps,have had a shock of some kind?"Poirot suggested. "A shock?"she stared at him. "Yes,she might have had,let us say,some trouble with one of the Arabservants."
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"Oh!"Her face cleared."Yes-she might." "She did not mention such a thing having happened?" "N-o-no,nothing at all." Poirot went on: "and what did you do next,mademoiselle?" "I went to my tent and lay down for about half an hour.Then I went down tothe marquee.My brother and his wife were there reading." "And what did you do?" "Oh!I had some sewing to do.And then I picked up a magazine." "Did you speak to your mother again on your way to the marquee?" No.I went straight down.I don't think I even glanced in her direction." "And then?"
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without any change of expression. "And now,mademoiselle,will you recount to me how you spent the afternoon ofthe day in question?" Her answer came promptly,raising the suspicion that it had already been wellrehearsed. "After luncheon we all went for a stroll.I returned to the camp -" Poirot interrupted."A little minute.Were you all together until then?" "No,I was with my brother Raymond and Miss King for most of the time.Then Istrolled off on my own."
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"Thank you.And you were saying you returned to the camp.Do you know theapproximate time?" "I believe it was just about ten minutes past five." Poirot put down C.B.5.10 "And what then?" "My mother was still sitting where she had been when we set out.I went upand spoke to her,and then went on to my tent." "Can you remember exactly what passed between you?" "I just said it was very hot and that I was going to lie down.My mother saidshe would remain where she was.That was all." "Did anything in her appearance strike you as out of the ordinary?" "No.At least that is-" she paused doubtfully,staring at Poirot.
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without any change of expression. "And now,mademoiselle,will you recount to me how you spent the afternoon ofthe day in question?" Her answer came promptly,raising the suspicion that it had already been wellrehearsed. "After luncheon we all went for a stroll.I returned to the camp -" Poirot interrupted."A little minute.Were you all together until then?" "No,I was with my brother Raymond and Miss King for most of the time.Then Istrolled off on my own."
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"Thank you.And you were saying you returned to the camp.Do you know theapproximate time?" "I believe it was just about ten minutes past five." Poirot put down C.B.5.10 "And what then?" "My mother was still sitting where she had been when we set out.I went upand spoke to her,and then went on to my tent." "Can you remember exactly what passed between you?" "I just said it was very hot and that I was going to lie down.My mother saidshe would remain where she was.That was all." "Did anything in her appearance strike you as out of the ordinary?" "No.At least that is-" she paused doubtfully,staring at Poirot.
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final word of Hercule Poirot." She got up.Her dark eyes flashed with sudden fire. "Then go on!Bring ruin and misery into the lives of innocent people!I havenothing more to say." "But I,I think,madame,that you have a lot to say......" "No,nothing more." "But,yes.What happened,madame,after you left your mother-in-law?Whilst youand your husband were in the marquee together?" She shrugged her shoulders."How should I know?" "You do know -or you suspect." She looked him straight in the eyes."I know nothing,M.Poirot." Turning she left the room. After noting on his pad -N.B.4.40
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-Poirot opened the door and called to theorderly whom Colonel Carbury had left at his disposal,an intelligent man with agood knowledge of English.He asked him to fetch Miss Carol Boynton. He looked with some interest at the girl as she entered,at the chestnuthair,the poise of the head on the long neck,the nervous energy of thebeautifully shaped hands. He said: "Sit down,mademoiselle." She sat down obediently.Her face was colourless and expressionless.Poirotbegan with a mechanical expression of sympathy to which the girl acquiesced
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final word of Hercule Poirot." She got up.Her dark eyes flashed with sudden fire. "Then go on!Bring ruin and misery into the lives of innocent people!I havenothing more to say." "But I,I think,madame,that you have a lot to say......" "No,nothing more." "But,yes.What happened,madame,after you left your mother-in-law?Whilst youand your husband were in the marquee together?" She shrugged her shoulders."How should I know?" "You do know -or you suspect." She looked him straight in the eyes."I know nothing,M.Poirot." Turning she left the room. After noting on his pad -N.B.4.40
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-Poirot opened the door and called to theorderly whom Colonel Carbury had left at his disposal,an intelligent man with agood knowledge of English.He asked him to fetch Miss Carol Boynton. He looked with some interest at the girl as she entered,at the chestnuthair,the poise of the head on the long neck,the nervous energy of thebeautifully shaped hands. He said: "Sit down,mademoiselle." She sat down obediently.Her face was colourless and expressionless.Poirotbegan with a mechanical expression of sympathy to which the girl acquiesced
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that time Mrs Boynton must already have been dead." Poirot's eyebrows rose."Odd.Extremely odd.And what does M.Raymond Boyntonsay to that?" Colonel Carbury said abruptly: "He swears that his mother was alive.He wentup to her and said,""I'm back.Hope you have had a nice afternoon?""Something ofthat kind.He says she just grunted,""Quite all right,""and he went on to histent." Poirot frowned perplexedly. "Curious,"he said."Extremely curious.Tell me,was it growing dusk by then?" "The sun was just setting." "Curious,"said Poirot again."And you,Dr Gerard,when did you see the body?"
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"Not until the following day.At 9a.m.to be precise." "And your estimate of the time death had occurred?" The Frenchman shrugged his shoulders. "It is difficult to be exact after that length of time.There mustnecessarily be a margin of several hours.Were I giving evidence on oath I couldonly say that she had been dead certainly twelve hours and not longer thaneighteen.You see,that does not help at all." "Go on,Gerard,"said Colonel Carbury."Give him the rest of it." "On getting up in the morning,"said Dr Gerard,"I found my hypodermic syringe-it was behind a case of bottles on my dressing-table." He leaned forward.
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that time Mrs Boynton must already have been dead." Poirot's eyebrows rose."Odd.Extremely odd.And what does M.Raymond Boyntonsay to that?" Colonel Carbury said abruptly: "He swears that his mother was alive.He wentup to her and said,""I'm back.Hope you have had a nice afternoon?""Something ofthat kind.He says she just grunted,""Quite all right,""and he went on to histent." Poirot frowned perplexedly. "Curious,"he said."Extremely curious.Tell me,was it growing dusk by then?" "The sun was just setting." "Curious,"said Poirot again."And you,Dr Gerard,when did you see the body?"
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"Not until the following day.At 9a.m.to be precise." "And your estimate of the time death had occurred?" The Frenchman shrugged his shoulders. "It is difficult to be exact after that length of time.There mustnecessarily be a margin of several hours.Were I giving evidence on oath I couldonly say that she had been dead certainly twelve hours and not longer thaneighteen.You see,that does not help at all." "Go on,Gerard,"said Colonel Carbury."Give him the rest of it." "On getting up in the morning,"said Dr Gerard,"I found my hypodermic syringe-it was behind a case of bottles on my dressing-table." He leaned forward.
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person to see her alive.On his return from a walk he went and spoke to her atabout ten minutes to six.The discovery of the body was made at six-thirty when aservant went to tell her dinner was ready." "Between the time that Mr Raymond Boynton spoke to her and half-past six didno one go near her?"asked Poirot. "I understand not., "But someone might have done so?"Poirot persisted. "I don't think so.From close on six onwards servants were moving about thecamp,people were going to and from their tents.No one can be found who sawanyone approaching the old lady." "Then Raymond Boynton was definitely the
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last person to see his motheralive?"said Poirot. Dr Gerard and Colonel Carbury interchanged a quick glance.Colonel Carburydrummed on the table with his fingers. "This is where we begin to get into deep waters,"he said."Go on,Gerard.Thisis your pigeon." "As I mentioned just now,Sarah King,when she examined Mrs Boynton,saw noreason for determining the exact time of death.She merely said that Mrs Boyntonhad been dead ""some little time"",but when,on the following day for reasons ofmy own,I endeavoured to narrow things down and happened to mention that MrsBoynton was last seen alive by her son Raymond at a little before six,MissKing,to my great surprise,said point-blank that that was impossible -that at
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person to see her alive.On his return from a walk he went and spoke to her atabout ten minutes to six.The discovery of the body was made at six-thirty when aservant went to tell her dinner was ready." "Between the time that Mr Raymond Boynton spoke to her and half-past six didno one go near her?"asked Poirot. "I understand not., "But someone might have done so?"Poirot persisted. "I don't think so.From close on six onwards servants were moving about thecamp,people were going to and from their tents.No one can be found who sawanyone approaching the old lady." "Then Raymond Boynton was definitely the
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last person to see his motheralive?"said Poirot. Dr Gerard and Colonel Carbury interchanged a quick glance.Colonel Carburydrummed on the table with his fingers. "This is where we begin to get into deep waters,"he said."Go on,Gerard.Thisis your pigeon." "As I mentioned just now,Sarah King,when she examined Mrs Boynton,saw noreason for determining the exact time of death.She merely said that Mrs Boyntonhad been dead ""some little time"",but when,on the following day for reasons ofmy own,I endeavoured to narrow things down and happened to mention that MrsBoynton was last seen alive by her son Raymond at a little before six,MissKing,to my great surprise,said point-blank that that was impossible -that at
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art work painting from the big marquee. "Miss King,who is a qualified doctor,examined the body.She did not disturbme,knowing that I had fever.There was,indeed,nothing that could be done.MrsBoynton was dead -and had been dead for some little time." Poirot murmured: "How long exactly?" Gerard said slowly: "I do not think that Miss King gave much attention to that point.She didnot,I presume,think it of any importance." "One can say,at least,when she was last definitely known to be alive?"saidPoirot. Colonel Carbury cleared his throat and referred to an official-lookingdocument. "Mrs Boynton was spoken to by Lady Westholme
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and Miss Pierce shortly after4p.m.Lennox Boynton spoke to his mother about four-thirty.Mrs Lennox Boynton hada long conversation with her about five minutes later.Carol Boynton had a wordwith her mother at a time she is unable to state precisely -but which from theevidence of others would seem to have been about ten minutes past five. "Jefferson Cope,an American friend of the family,returning to the camp withLady Westholme and Miss Pierce,saw her asleep.He did not speak to her.That wasabout twenty to six.Raymond Boynton,the younger son,seems to have been the last
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and Miss Pierce shortly after4p.m.Lennox Boynton spoke to his mother about four-thirty.Mrs Lennox Boynton hada long conversation with her about five minutes later.Carol Boynton had a wordwith her mother at a time she is unable to state precisely -but which from theevidence of others would seem to have been about ten minutes past five. "Jefferson Cope,an American friend of the family,returning to the camp withLady Westholme and Miss Pierce,saw her asleep.He did not speak to her.That wasabout twenty to six.Raymond Boynton,the younger son,seems to have been the last
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there wouldn't be a Mrs Boynton!In savage tribes they'd probably have killed andeaten her years ago!" She realized,half-humorously,that she was over-tired and on edge.A wash inhot water and a dusting of powder over her face and she felt herself again -cool,poised,and ashamed of her recent panic. She passed a comb through her thick black hair,squinting sideways at herreflection in the wavering light of a small oil-lamp in a very inadequate glass. Then she pushed aside the tent-flap and came out into
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the night prepared todescend to the big marquee below. "You -here?" It was a low cry -dazed,incredulous. She turned to look straight into Raymond Boynton's eyes.So amazed theywere!And something in them held her silent and almost afraid.Such anunbelievable joy...Ii was as though he had seen a vision of Paradise -wondering,dazed thankful,humble!Never,in all her life,was Sarah to forget thatlook.So might the damned look up and sec Paradise...... He said again: "You ..."
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there wouldn't be a Mrs Boynton!In savage tribes they'd probably have killed andeaten her years ago!" She realized,half-humorously,that she was over-tired and on edge.A wash inhot water and a dusting of powder over her face and she felt herself again -cool,poised,and ashamed of her recent panic. She passed a comb through her thick black hair,squinting sideways at herreflection in the wavering light of a small oil-lamp in a very inadequate glass. Then she pushed aside the tent-flap and came out into
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the night prepared todescend to the big marquee below. "You -here?" It was a low cry -dazed,incredulous. She turned to look straight into Raymond Boynton's eyes.So amazed theywere!And something in them held her silent and almost afraid.Such anunbelievable joy...Ii was as though he had seen a vision of Paradise -wondering,dazed thankful,humble!Never,in all her life,was Sarah to forget thatlook.So might the damned look up and sec Paradise...... He said again: "You ..."
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Mrs Boynton was here,at Petra! Sarah answered mechanically questions that were addressed to her.Would shehave dinner straight away -it was ready -or would she like to wash first?Wouldshe prefer to sleep in a tent or a cave? Her answer to that came quickly.A tent.She flinched at the thought of acave,the vision of that monstrous squatting figure recurred to her.(Why was itthat something about the woman seemed hardly human?) Finally she followed one of the native servants.He wore
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khaki breeches muchpatched and untidy puttees and a ragged coat very much the worse for wear.On hishead the native headdress,the cheffiyah,its long folds protecting the neck andsecured in place with a black silk twist fitting tightly to the crown of hishead.Sarah admired the easy swing with which he walked -the careless proudcarriage of his head.Only the European part of his costume seemed tawdry andwrong.She thought: "Civilization is all wrong -all wrong!But for civilization
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Mrs Boynton was here,at Petra! Sarah answered mechanically questions that were addressed to her.Would shehave dinner straight away -it was ready -or would she like to wash first?Wouldshe prefer to sleep in a tent or a cave? Her answer to that came quickly.A tent.She flinched at the thought of acave,the vision of that monstrous squatting figure recurred to her.(Why was itthat something about the woman seemed hardly human?) Finally she followed one of the native servants.He wore
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khaki breeches muchpatched and untidy puttees and a ragged coat very much the worse for wear.On hishead the native headdress,the cheffiyah,its long folds protecting the neck andsecured in place with a black silk twist fitting tightly to the crown of hishead.Sarah admired the easy swing with which he walked -the careless proudcarriage of his head.Only the European part of his costume seemed tawdry andwrong.She thought: "Civilization is all wrong -all wrong!But for civilization
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starved and dispirited for that,but they showed just a shade of enthusiasm.Nowthe way ran along a gravelly water-bed.The lights grew nearer. They could see a cluster of tents,a higher row up against the face of acliff Caves,too,hollowed out in the rock. They were arriving.Bedouin servants came running out. Sarah stared up at one of the caves.It held a sitting figure.What was it?Anidol?A gigantic squatting image? No,that was the flickering lights that made it loom so large.But it must
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bean idol of some kind,sitting there immovable,brooding over the place -... And then,suddenly her heart gave a leap of recognition. Gone was the feeling of peace -of escape -that the desert had given her.Shehad been led from freedom back into captivity.She had ridden down into this darkwinding valley and here,like an arch priestess of some forgotten cult,like amonstrous swollen female Buddha,sat Mrs Boynton ...
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starved and dispirited for that,but they showed just a shade of enthusiasm.Nowthe way ran along a gravelly water-bed.The lights grew nearer. They could see a cluster of tents,a higher row up against the face of acliff Caves,too,hollowed out in the rock. They were arriving.Bedouin servants came running out. Sarah stared up at one of the caves.It held a sitting figure.What was it?Anidol?A gigantic squatting image? No,that was the flickering lights that made it loom so large.But it must
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bean idol of some kind,sitting there immovable,brooding over the place -... And then,suddenly her heart gave a leap of recognition. Gone was the feeling of peace -of escape -that the desert had given her.Shehad been led from freedom back into captivity.She had ridden down into this darkwinding valley and here,like an arch priestess of some forgotten cult,like amonstrous swollen female Buddha,sat Mrs Boynton ...
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Sarah was very tired with the long,hot journey in the car.Her senses feltdazed.The ride was like a dream.It seemed to her afterwards that it was like thepit of Hcll opening at one's feet.The way wound down -down into the ground.Theshapes of rock rose up round them -down,down into the bowels of theearth,through a labyrinth of red cliffs.They towered now on either side.Sarahfelt stifled -menaced by the ever-narrowing gorge. She thought confusedly to herself."Down into the valley of death
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-down intothe valley of death ...". On and on.It grew dark -the vivid red of the walls faded -and stillon,winding in and out,imprisoned,lost in the bowels of the earth. She thought: "It's fantastic and unbelievable ...a dead city." And again like a refrain came the words: "The valley of death ..."- Lanterns were lit now.The horses wound along through the narrowways.Suddenly they came out into a wide space-the cliffs receded.Far ahead ofthem were a cluster of lights . "That is camp!"said the guide. The horses quickened their pace a little -not very much -they were too
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Sarah was very tired with the long,hot journey in the car.Her senses feltdazed.The ride was like a dream.It seemed to her afterwards that it was like thepit of Hcll opening at one's feet.The way wound down -down into the ground.Theshapes of rock rose up round them -down,down into the bowels of theearth,through a labyrinth of red cliffs.They towered now on either side.Sarahfelt stifled -menaced by the ever-narrowing gorge. She thought confusedly to herself."Down into the valley of death
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-down intothe valley of death ...". On and on.It grew dark -the vivid red of the walls faded -and stillon,winding in and out,imprisoned,lost in the bowels of the earth. She thought: "It's fantastic and unbelievable ...a dead city." And again like a refrain came the words: "The valley of death ..."- Lanterns were lit now.The horses wound along through the narrowways.Suddenly they came out into a wide space-the cliffs receded.Far ahead ofthem were a cluster of lights . "That is camp!"said the guide. The horses quickened their pace a little -not very much -they were too
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Slowly Carol shook her head.She whispered in a low scared voice: "I hateher.So does Ray......We've -we've often wished she would die." Again Sarah changed the subject. "Tell me about your elder brother." "Lennox?I don't know what's the matter with Lennox.He hardly ever speaksnow.He goes about in a kind of daydream.Nadine's terribly worried about him." "You are fond of your sister-in-law?" "Yes,Nadine is different.She's always kind.But she's very unhappy."
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"About your brother?" "Yes." "Have they been married long?" "Four years." "And they've always lived at home?" "Yes." Sarah asked: "does your sister-in-law like that?" "No." There was a pause.Then Carol said: "There was an awful fuss just over four years ago.You see,as I told you,noneof us ever go outside the house at home.I mean we go into the grounds,butnowhere else.But Lennox did.He got out at night.He went into Fountain Springs -
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Slowly Carol shook her head.She whispered in a low scared voice: "I hateher.So does Ray......We've -we've often wished she would die." Again Sarah changed the subject. "Tell me about your elder brother." "Lennox?I don't know what's the matter with Lennox.He hardly ever speaksnow.He goes about in a kind of daydream.Nadine's terribly worried about him." "You are fond of your sister-in-law?" "Yes,Nadine is different.She's always kind.But she's very unhappy."
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"About your brother?" "Yes." "Have they been married long?" "Four years." "And they've always lived at home?" "Yes." Sarah asked: "does your sister-in-law like that?" "No." There was a pause.Then Carol said: "There was an awful fuss just over four years ago.You see,as I told you,noneof us ever go outside the house at home.I mean we go into the grounds,butnowhere else.But Lennox did.He got out at night.He went into Fountain Springs -
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Carol put down her cup. "Oh,"she cried,"I'm so glad to be talking to you.Really,you know,I believeRay and I have been getting quite -well,quite queer.We'd get terribly worked upabout things." "Talking with an outsider is always a good thing,"said Sarah."Inside afamily one is apt to get too intense."Then she asked casually: "If you areunhappy,haven't you ever thought of leaving home?" Carol looked startled."Oh,no!How could we?I -I mean mother would never allowit." "B
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ut she couldn't stop you,"said Sarah gently."You're over age." "I'm twenty-three." "Exactly." "But still,I don't see how -I mean,I wouldn't know where to go and what todo." Her tone seemed bewildered. "You see,"she said,"we haven't got any money." "Haven't you any friends you could go to?" "Friends?"Carol shook her head."Oh,no,we don't know anyone!" "Did none of you ever think of leaving home?" "No -I don't think so.Oh -oh -we couldn't." Sarah changed the subject.She found the girl's bewilderment pitiful. She said: "Are you fond of your stepmother?"
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Carol put down her cup. "Oh,"she cried,"I'm so glad to be talking to you.Really,you know,I believeRay and I have been getting quite -well,quite queer.We'd get terribly worked upabout things." "Talking with an outsider is always a good thing,"said Sarah."Inside afamily one is apt to get too intense."Then she asked casually: "If you areunhappy,haven't you ever thought of leaving home?" Carol looked startled."Oh,no!How could we?I -I mean mother would never allowit." "B
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ut she couldn't stop you,"said Sarah gently."You're over age." "I'm twenty-three." "Exactly." "But still,I don't see how -I mean,I wouldn't know where to go and what todo." Her tone seemed bewildered. "You see,"she said,"we haven't got any money." "Haven't you any friends you could go to?" "Friends?"Carol shook her head."Oh,no,we don't know anyone!" "Did none of you ever think of leaving home?" "No -I don't think so.Oh -oh -we couldn't." Sarah changed the subject.She found the girl's bewilderment pitiful. She said: "Are you fond of your stepmother?"
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it her eyes,Dr Gerard noticed,were on the boy's face.She gave a grunt,certainlyno audible thanks.The position of her head shifted very slightly.The doctor sawthat she was now looking hard at Sarah.Her face was quite impassive,it had noexpression in it.Impossible to tell what was passing in the woman's mind. Sarah looked at her watch and uttered an exclamation. "It's much later than I thought."She got up.'thank you so much,Dr Gerard,forstanding me coffee.I must write some letters now." He rose and took her hand. "We shall meet again,I hope,"he said. "Oh,yes!Perhaps you will come to Petra?" "I shall certainly try to do so." Sarah smiled at him and turned away.Her way out of the room led her past theBoynton family. Dr Gerard,watching,saw Mrs.
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Boynton's gaze shift to her son's face.He saw theboy's eyes meet hers.As Sarah passed,Raymond Boynton half turned his head -nottowards her,but away from her......It was a slow,unwilling motion and conveyedthe idea that old Mrs.Boynton had pulled an invisible string. Sarah King noticed the avoidance,and was young enough and human enough to beannoyed by it.They had had such a friendly talk together in the swaying corridorof the Wagon Lits.They had compared notes on Egypt,had laughed at the ridiculouslanguage of the donkey boys and street touts.Sarah had described how a camel manwhen he had started hopefully and impudently,"You English lady or American?"hadreceived the answer: "No,Chinese."And her pleasure in seeing the man's completebewilderment as he stared at her.The boy had been,she thought,like a nice eager
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it her eyes,Dr Gerard noticed,were on the boy's face.She gave a grunt,certainlyno audible thanks.The position of her head shifted very slightly.The doctor sawthat she was now looking hard at Sarah.Her face was quite impassive,it had noexpression in it.Impossible to tell what was passing in the woman's mind. Sarah looked at her watch and uttered an exclamation. "It's much later than I thought."She got up.'thank you so much,Dr Gerard,forstanding me coffee.I must write some letters now." He rose and took her hand. "We shall meet again,I hope,"he said. "Oh,yes!Perhaps you will come to Petra?" "I shall certainly try to do so." Sarah smiled at him and turned away.Her way out of the room led her past theBoynton family. Dr Gerard,watching,saw Mrs.
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Boynton's gaze shift to her son's face.He saw theboy's eyes meet hers.As Sarah passed,Raymond Boynton half turned his head -nottowards her,but away from her......It was a slow,unwilling motion and conveyedthe idea that old Mrs.Boynton had pulled an invisible string. Sarah King noticed the avoidance,and was young enough and human enough to beannoyed by it.They had had such a friendly talk together in the swaying corridorof the Wagon Lits.They had compared notes on Egypt,had laughed at the ridiculouslanguage of the donkey boys and street touts.Sarah had described how a camel manwhen he had started hopefully and impudently,"You English lady or American?"hadreceived the answer: "No,Chinese."And her pleasure in seeing the man's completebewilderment as he stared at her.The boy had been,she thought,like a nice eager
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Connected with that horrible old woman,I'm sure." "You seem to dislike her very much,"said Gerard,looking at her curiously. "I do.She's got a -oh,a malevolent eye!" Gerard murmured:"So have many mothers when their sons are attracted tofascinating young ladies!" Sarah shrugged an impatient shoulder.Frenchmen were all alike,shethought,obsessed by sex!Though,of course,as a conscientious psychologist sheherself was bound to admit that there was always an underlying basis of sex tomost phenomena.Sarah's thoughts ran along a familiar psychological track. She came out of her meditations with a start.Raymond Boynto
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n was crossingthe room to the centre table.He selected a magazine.As he passed her chair onhis return journey she looked at him and spoke. "Have you been busy sightseeing today?" She selected her words at random,her real interest was to see how they wouldbe received. Raymond half stopped,flushed,shied like a nervous horse and his eyes wentapprehensively to the centre of his family group.He muttered:"Oh -oh,yes -why,yes,certainly.I -" Then,as suddenly as though he had received the prick of a spur,he hurriedback to his family,holding out the magazine. The grotesque Buddha-like figure held out a fat hand for it,but as she took
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Connected with that horrible old woman,I'm sure." "You seem to dislike her very much,"said Gerard,looking at her curiously. "I do.She's got a -oh,a malevolent eye!" Gerard murmured:"So have many mothers when their sons are attracted tofascinating young ladies!" Sarah shrugged an impatient shoulder.Frenchmen were all alike,shethought,obsessed by sex!Though,of course,as a conscientious psychologist sheherself was bound to admit that there was always an underlying basis of sex tomost phenomena.Sarah's thoughts ran along a familiar psychological track. She came out of her meditations with a start.Raymond Boynto
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n was crossingthe room to the centre table.He selected a magazine.As he passed her chair onhis return journey she looked at him and spoke. "Have you been busy sightseeing today?" She selected her words at random,her real interest was to see how they wouldbe received. Raymond half stopped,flushed,shied like a nervous horse and his eyes wentapprehensively to the centre of his family group.He muttered:"Oh -oh,yes -why,yes,certainly.I -" Then,as suddenly as though he had received the prick of a spur,he hurriedback to his family,holding out the magazine. The grotesque Buddha-like figure held out a fat hand for it,but as she took
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And what were your impressions in this case?" "Well,"she hesitated,"it was rather odd......To begin with,the boy flushedright up to the roots of his hair." "Is that so remarkable?"asked Gerard dryly. Sarah laughed. "You mean that he thought I was a shameless hussy making advances tohim?Oh,no,I don't think he thought that.Men can always tell,can't they?" She gave him a frank questioning glance.Dr Gerard nodded his head. "I got the impression,"said Sarah,speaking slowly and frowning alittle,"that he was -how shall I put it?-both excited and appalled.Excited outof all proportion -and quite absurdly apprehensive at
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the same time.Now that'sodd,isn't it?Because I've always found Americans unusually self-possessed.AnAmerican boy of twenty,say,has infinitely more knowledge of the world and farmore savior-faire than an English boy of the same age.And this boy must be overtwenty." "About twenty-three or four,I should say." "As much as that?" "I should think so." "Yes......perhaps you're right......Only,somehow,he seems very young......" "Maladjustment mentally.The "child"factor persists." "Then I am right?I mean,there is something not quite normal about him?" Dr Gerard shrugged his shoulders,smiling a little at her earnestness. "My dear young lady,are any of us quite normal?But I grant you that there isprobably a neurosis of some kind."
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And what were your impressions in this case?" "Well,"she hesitated,"it was rather odd......To begin with,the boy flushedright up to the roots of his hair." "Is that so remarkable?"asked Gerard dryly. Sarah laughed. "You mean that he thought I was a shameless hussy making advances tohim?Oh,no,I don't think he thought that.Men can always tell,can't they?" She gave him a frank questioning glance.Dr Gerard nodded his head. "I got the impression,"said Sarah,speaking slowly and frowning alittle,"that he was -how shall I put it?-both excited and appalled.Excited outof all proportion -and quite absurdly apprehensive at
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the same time.Now that'sodd,isn't it?Because I've always found Americans unusually self-possessed.AnAmerican boy of twenty,say,has infinitely more knowledge of the world and farmore savior-faire than an English boy of the same age.And this boy must be overtwenty." "About twenty-three or four,I should say." "As much as that?" "I should think so." "Yes......perhaps you're right......Only,somehow,he seems very young......" "Maladjustment mentally.The "child"factor persists." "Then I am right?I mean,there is something not quite normal about him?" Dr Gerard shrugged his shoulders,smiling a little at her earnestness. "My dear young lady,are any of us quite normal?But I grant you that there isprobably a neurosis of some kind."
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Dr Gerard shrugged his shoulders and remarked that the American woman ruledthe earth -that was well known. "Yes,but it's more than just that."Sarah was persistent."She's -oh,she's gotthem all so cowed -so positively under her thumb -that it's -it's indecent!" "To have too much power is bad for women,"Gerard agreed with suddengravity.He shook his head. "It is difficult for a woman not to abuse power." He shot a quick sideways glance at Sarah.She was watching the Boynton family-or rather she was watching one particular member of it.Dr Gerard smiled a quickcomprehending Gallic smile.Ah!So it was like that,was it?
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He murmured tentatively:"You have spoken with them -yes?" "Yes -at least with one of them." "The young man -the younger son?" "Yes.On the train coming here from Kantara.He was standing in the corridor.Ispoke to him." There was no self-consciousness in her attitude to life.She was interestedin humanity and was of a friendly though impatient disposition. "What made you speak to him?"asked Gerard. Sarah shrugged her shoulders. "Why not?I often speak to people travelling.I'm interested in people -inwhat they do and think and feel." "You put them under the microscope,that is to say." "I suppose you might call it that,"the girl admitted.
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Dr Gerard shrugged his shoulders and remarked that the American woman ruledthe earth -that was well known. "Yes,but it's more than just that."Sarah was persistent."She's -oh,she's gotthem all so cowed -so positively under her thumb -that it's -it's indecent!" "To have too much power is bad for women,"Gerard agreed with suddengravity.He shook his head. "It is difficult for a woman not to abuse power." He shot a quick sideways glance at Sarah.She was watching the Boynton family-or rather she was watching one particular member of it.Dr Gerard smiled a quickcomprehending Gallic smile.Ah!So it was like that,was it?
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He murmured tentatively:"You have spoken with them -yes?" "Yes -at least with one of them." "The young man -the younger son?" "Yes.On the train coming here from Kantara.He was standing in the corridor.Ispoke to him." There was no self-consciousness in her attitude to life.She was interestedin humanity and was of a friendly though impatient disposition. "What made you speak to him?"asked Gerard. Sarah shrugged her shoulders. "Why not?I often speak to people travelling.I'm interested in people -inwhat they do and think and feel." "You put them under the microscope,that is to say." "I suppose you might call it that,"the girl admitted.
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Joseph and I generally go to chapel on Sundays'; the kirk, you know, has no minister now, explained Mrs Dean; and they call the Methodists' or Baptists' place (I can't say which it is), at Gimmerton, a chapel. `Joseph had gone,' she continued, `but I thought proper to bide at home. Young folks are always the better for an elder's overlooking; and Hareton, with all his bashfulness, isn't a model of nice behaviour. I let him know that his cousin would very likely sit with us, and she had been always
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used to see the Sabbath respected; so he had as good leave his guns and bits of indoor work alone, while she stayed. He coloured up at the news, and cast his eyes over his hands and clothes. The train-oil and gunpowder were shoved out of sight in a minute. I saw he meant to give her his company; and I guessed, by his way, he wanted to be presentable; so, laughing, as I durst not laugh when the master is by, I offered to help him, if he would, and joked at his confusion. He grew sullen, and began to swear.
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Joseph and I generally go to chapel on Sundays'; the kirk, you know, has no minister now, explained Mrs Dean; and they call the Methodists' or Baptists' place (I can't say which it is), at Gimmerton, a chapel. `Joseph had gone,' she continued, `but I thought proper to bide at home. Young folks are always the better for an elder's overlooking; and Hareton, with all his bashfulness, isn't a model of nice behaviour. I let him know that his cousin would very likely sit with us, and she had been always
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used to see the Sabbath respected; so he had as good leave his guns and bits of indoor work alone, while she stayed. He coloured up at the news, and cast his eyes over his hands and clothes. The train-oil and gunpowder were shoved out of sight in a minute. I saw he meant to give her his company; and I guessed, by his way, he wanted to be presentable; so, laughing, as I durst not laugh when the master is by, I offered to help him, if he would, and joked at his confusion. He grew sullen, and began to swear.
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Heathcliff went up once, to show her Linton's will. He had bequeathed the whole of his, and what had been her, movable property to his father: the poor creature was threatened, or coaxed, into that act during her week's absence, when his uncle died. The lands, being a minor, he could not meddle with. However, Mr Heathcliff has claimed and kept them in his wife's right and his also: I suppose legally: at any rate, Catherine, destitute of cash and friends, cannot disturb his possession.
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`Nobody', said Zillah, `ever approached her door, except that once, but I; and nobody asked anything about her. The first occasion of her coming down into the house was on a Sunday afternoon. She had cried out, when I carried up her dinner, that she couldn't bear any longer being in the cold: and I told her the master was going to Thrushcross Grange, and Earnshaw and I needn't hinder her from descending; so, as soon as she heard Heathcliff's horse trot off, she made her appearance donned in black, and her yellow curls combed back behind her ears as plain as a Quaker: she couldn't comb them out.
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Heathcliff went up once, to show her Linton's will. He had bequeathed the whole of his, and what had been her, movable property to his father: the poor creature was threatened, or coaxed, into that act during her week's absence, when his uncle died. The lands, being a minor, he could not meddle with. However, Mr Heathcliff has claimed and kept them in his wife's right and his also: I suppose legally: at any rate, Catherine, destitute of cash and friends, cannot disturb his possession.
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`Nobody', said Zillah, `ever approached her door, except that once, but I; and nobody asked anything about her. The first occasion of her coming down into the house was on a Sunday afternoon. She had cried out, when I carried up her dinner, that she couldn't bear any longer being in the cold: and I told her the master was going to Thrushcross Grange, and Earnshaw and I needn't hinder her from descending; so, as soon as she heard Heathcliff's horse trot off, she made her appearance donned in black, and her yellow curls combed back behind her ears as plain as a Quaker: she couldn't comb them out.
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And she looked like it, too! I gave her a little wine. Hareton and Joseph, who had been wakened by the ringing and the sound of feet, and heard our talk from outside, now entered. Joseph was fain, I believe, of the lad's removal; Hareton seemed a thought bothered: though he was more taken up with staring at Catherine than thinking of Linton. But the master bid him get off to bed again: we didn't want his help. He afterwards made Joseph remove the body to his chamber, and told me to return to mine, and Mrs Heathcliff remained by herself.
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`In the morning, he sent me to tell her she must come down to breakfast: she had undressed, and appeared going to sleep, and said she was ill; at which I hardly wondered. I informed Mr Heathcliff, and he replied:
`"Well, let her be till after the funeral; and go up now and then to get her what is needful; and, as soon as she seems better, tell me."'
Cathy stayed upstairs a fortnight, according to Zillah; who visited her twice a day, and would have been rather more friendly, but her attempts at increasing kindness were proudly and promptly repelled
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And she looked like it, too! I gave her a little wine. Hareton and Joseph, who had been wakened by the ringing and the sound of feet, and heard our talk from outside, now entered. Joseph was fain, I believe, of the lad's removal; Hareton seemed a thought bothered: though he was more taken up with staring at Catherine than thinking of Linton. But the master bid him get off to bed again: we didn't want his help. He afterwards made Joseph remove the body to his chamber, and told me to return to mine, and Mrs Heathcliff remained by herself.
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`In the morning, he sent me to tell her she must come down to breakfast: she had undressed, and appeared going to sleep, and said she was ill; at which I hardly wondered. I informed Mr Heathcliff, and he replied:
`"Well, let her be till after the funeral; and go up now and then to get her what is needful; and, as soon as she seems better, tell me."'
Cathy stayed upstairs a fortnight, according to Zillah; who visited her twice a day, and would have been rather more friendly, but her attempts at increasing kindness were proudly and promptly repelled
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`She's mistaken, I said to myself. He's got over it. I needn't disturb them; and I began to doze. But my sleep was marred a second time by a sharp ringing of the bell--the only bell we have, put up on purpose for Linton; and the master called to me to see what was the matter, and inform them that he wouldn't have that noise repeated.
`I delivered Catherine's message. He cursed to himself, and in a few minutes came out with a lighted candle, and proceeded to their room. I followed. Mrs Heathcliff was seated by the bedside, with her hands folded on her knees. Her father-in-law went up, held the light to Linton's face, looked at him, and touched him; afterwards he turned to her.
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`"Now--Catherine," he said, "how do you feel?" `She was dumb. `"How do you feel, Catherine?" he repeated.
`"He's safe, and I'm free," she answered: "I should feel well--but", she continued, with a bitterness she couldn't conceal, "you have left me so long to struggle against death alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!"
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`She's mistaken, I said to myself. He's got over it. I needn't disturb them; and I began to doze. But my sleep was marred a second time by a sharp ringing of the bell--the only bell we have, put up on purpose for Linton; and the master called to me to see what was the matter, and inform them that he wouldn't have that noise repeated.
`I delivered Catherine's message. He cursed to himself, and in a few minutes came out with a lighted candle, and proceeded to their room. I followed. Mrs Heathcliff was seated by the bedside, with her hands folded on her knees. Her father-in-law went up, held the light to Linton's face, looked at him, and touched him; afterwards he turned to her.
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`"Now--Catherine," he said, "how do you feel?" `She was dumb. `"How do you feel, Catherine?" he repeated.
`"He's safe, and I'm free," she answered: "I should feel well--but", she continued, with a bitterness she couldn't conceal, "you have left me so long to struggle against death alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!"
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me; but he said it would change if the air blew on it, and so I struck one side of the coffin loose, and covered it up: not Linton's side, damn him! I wish he'd been soldered in lead. And I bribed the sexton to pull it away when I'm laid there, and slide mine out too; I'll have it made so: and then, by the time Linton gets to us he'll not know which is which!'
`You were very wicked, Mr Heathcliff!' I exclaimed, `were you not ashamed to disturb the dead?'
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`I disturbed nobody, Nelly,' he replied; `and I gave some ease to myself. I shall be a great deal more comfortable now; and you'll have a better chance of keeping me underground, when I get there. Disturbed her? No! she has disturbed me, night and day, through eighteen years--incessantly--remorselessly--till yesternight; and yesternight I was tranquil. I dreamt I was sleeping the last sleep by that sleeper, with my heart stopped and my cheek frozen against hers.'
`And if she had been dissolved into earth, or worse, what would you have dreamt of then?' I said.
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me; but he said it would change if the air blew on it, and so I struck one side of the coffin loose, and covered it up: not Linton's side, damn him! I wish he'd been soldered in lead. And I bribed the sexton to pull it away when I'm laid there, and slide mine out too; I'll have it made so: and then, by the time Linton gets to us he'll not know which is which!'
`You were very wicked, Mr Heathcliff!' I exclaimed, `were you not ashamed to disturb the dead?'
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`I disturbed nobody, Nelly,' he replied; `and I gave some ease to myself. I shall be a great deal more comfortable now; and you'll have a better chance of keeping me underground, when I get there. Disturbed her? No! she has disturbed me, night and day, through eighteen years--incessantly--remorselessly--till yesternight; and yesternight I was tranquil. I dreamt I was sleeping the last sleep by that sleeper, with my heart stopped and my cheek frozen against hers.'
`And if she had been dissolved into earth, or worse, what would you have dreamt of then?' I said.
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I shall have that home. Not because I need it, but--' He turned abruptly to the fire, and continued, with what, for lack of a better word, I must call a smile--`I'Il tell you what I did yesterday! I got the sexton, who was digging Linton's grave, to remove the earth off her coffin-lid, and I opened it. I thought, once, I would have stayed there: when I saw her face
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again--it.is hers yet!--he had ~ hard work to stir me; but he said it would change if the air blew on it, and so I struck one side of the coffin loose, and covered it up: not Linton's side, damn him! I wish he'd been soldered in lead. And I bribed the sexton to pull it away when I'm laid there, and slide mine out too; I'll have it made so: and then, by the time Linton gets to us he'll not know which is which!'
`You were very wicked, Mr Heathcliff!' I exclaimed, `were you not ashamed to disturb the dead?'
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I shall have that home. Not because I need it, but--' He turned abruptly to the fire, and continued, with what, for lack of a better word, I must call a smile--`I'Il tell you what I did yesterday! I got the sexton, who was digging Linton's grave, to remove the earth off her coffin-lid, and I opened it. I thought, once, I would have stayed there: when I saw her face
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again--it.is hers yet!--he had ~ hard work to stir me; but he said it would change if the air blew on it, and so I struck one side of the coffin loose, and covered it up: not Linton's side, damn him! I wish he'd been soldered in lead. And I bribed the sexton to pull it away when I'm laid there, and slide mine out too; I'll have it made so: and then, by the time Linton gets to us he'll not know which is which!'
`You were very wicked, Mr Heathcliff!' I exclaimed, `were you not ashamed to disturb the dead?'
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however miserable you make us, we shall still have the revenge of thinking that your cruelty arises from your greater misery. You are miserable, are you not? Lonely, like the devil, and envious like him? Nobody loves you--nobody will cry for you when you die! I wouldn't be you!'
Catherine spoke with a kind of dreary triumph: she seemed to have made up her mind to enter into the spirit of her future family, and draw pleasure from the griefs of her enemies.
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`You shall be sorry to be yourself presently', said her father-in-law, `if you stand there another minute. Begone, witch, and get your things!'
She scornfully withdrew. In her absence, I began to beg for Zillah's place at the Heights, offering to resign mine to her; but he would suffer it on no account. He bid me be silent; and then, for the first time, allowed himself a glance round the room and a look at the pictures. Having studied Mrs Linton, he said:
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however miserable you make us, we shall still have the revenge of thinking that your cruelty arises from your greater misery. You are miserable, are you not? Lonely, like the devil, and envious like him? Nobody loves you--nobody will cry for you when you die! I wouldn't be you!'
Catherine spoke with a kind of dreary triumph: she seemed to have made up her mind to enter into the spirit of her future family, and draw pleasure from the griefs of her enemies.
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`You shall be sorry to be yourself presently', said her father-in-law, `if you stand there another minute. Begone, witch, and get your things!'
She scornfully withdrew. In her absence, I began to beg for Zillah's place at the Heights, offering to resign mine to her; but he would suffer it on no account. He bid me be silent; and then, for the first time, allowed himself a glance round the room and a look at the pictures. Having studied Mrs Linton, he said:
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I shall,' said Catherine. `Linton is all I have to love in the world, and though you have done what you could to make him hateful to me, and me to him, you cannot make us hate each other. And I defy you to hurt him when I am by, and I defy you to frighten me!'
You are a boastful champion,' replied Heathcliff; `but I don't like you well enough to hurt him: you shall get the full benefit of the torment, as long as it lasts. It is not I who will make him hateful to you--it is his own sweet spirit. He's as bitter as gall at your
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desertion and its consequences: don't expect thanks for this noble devotion. I heard him draw a pleasant picture to Zillah of what he would do if he were as strong as I: the inclination is there, and his very weakness will sharpen his wits to find a substitute for strength.'
`I know he has a bad nature,' said Catherine: `he's your son. But I'm glad I've a better, to forgive it; and I know he loves me, and for that reason I love him. Mr Heathcliff, you have nobody to love you; and
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I shall,' said Catherine. `Linton is all I have to love in the world, and though you have done what you could to make him hateful to me, and me to him, you cannot make us hate each other. And I defy you to hurt him when I am by, and I defy you to frighten me!'
You are a boastful champion,' replied Heathcliff; `but I don't like you well enough to hurt him: you shall get the full benefit of the torment, as long as it lasts. It is not I who will make him hateful to you--it is his own sweet spirit. He's as bitter as gall at your
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desertion and its consequences: don't expect thanks for this noble devotion. I heard him draw a pleasant picture to Zillah of what he would do if he were as strong as I: the inclination is there, and his very weakness will sharpen his wits to find a substitute for strength.'
`I know he has a bad nature,' said Catherine: `he's your son. But I'm glad I've a better, to forgive it; and I know he loves me, and for that reason I love him. Mr Heathcliff, you have nobody to love you; and
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Summer drew to an end, and early autumn: it was past Michaelmas, but the harvest was late that year, and a few of our fields were still uncleared. Mr Linton and his daughter would frequently walk out among the reapers; at the carrying of the last sheaves, they stayed till dusk, and the evening happening to be chill and damp, my master caught a bad cold, that settling obstinately on his lungs, confined him indoors throughout the whole of the winter, nearly without intermission.
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Poor Cathy, frightened from her little romance, had been considerably sadder and duller since its abandonment; and her father insisted on her reading less, and taking more exercise. She had his companionship no longer; I esteemed it a duty to supply its lack, as much as possible, with mine: an inefficient substitute; for I could only spare two or three hours, from my numerous diurnal occupations, to follow her footsteps, and then my society was obviously less desirable than his.
On an afternoon in October, or the beginning of November--a fresh watery afternoon, when the turf and paths were rustling with moist, withered leaves, and the cold, blue sky was half hidden by clouds--
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Summer drew to an end, and early autumn: it was past Michaelmas, but the harvest was late that year, and a few of our fields were still uncleared. Mr Linton and his daughter would frequently walk out among the reapers; at the carrying of the last sheaves, they stayed till dusk, and the evening happening to be chill and damp, my master caught a bad cold, that settling obstinately on his lungs, confined him indoors throughout the whole of the winter, nearly without intermission.
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Poor Cathy, frightened from her little romance, had been considerably sadder and duller since its abandonment; and her father insisted on her reading less, and taking more exercise. She had his companionship no longer; I esteemed it a duty to supply its lack, as much as possible, with mine: an inefficient substitute; for I could only spare two or three hours, from my numerous diurnal occupations, to follow her footsteps, and then my society was obviously less desirable than his.
On an afternoon in October, or the beginning of November--a fresh watery afternoon, when the turf and paths were rustling with moist, withered leaves, and the cold, blue sky was half hidden by clouds--
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unknotted the handkerchief, and commenced dropping them in from an angle, and the flame curled up the chimney.
`I will have one, you cruel wretch!' she screamed, darting her hand into the fire, and drawing forth some half consumed fragments, at the expense of her fingers.
`Very well--and I will have some to exhibit to papa!' I answered, shaking back the rest into the bundle, and turning anew to the door.
She emptied her blackened pieces into the flames, and motioned me to finish the immolation. It was done; I stirred up the ashes, and interred them under a shovelful of coals; and she mutely, and with a sense of intense injury, retired to her private apartment
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. I descended to tell my master that the young lady's qualm of sickness was almost gone, but I judged it best for her to lie down a while. She wouldn't dine; but she reappeared at tea, pale, and red about the eyes, and marvellously subdued in outward aspect. Next morning I answered the letter by a slip of paper, inscribed, `Master Heathcliff is requested to send no more notes to Miss Linton, as she will not receive them.' And, thenceforth, the little boy came with vacant pockets.
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unknotted the handkerchief, and commenced dropping them in from an angle, and the flame curled up the chimney.
`I will have one, you cruel wretch!' she screamed, darting her hand into the fire, and drawing forth some half consumed fragments, at the expense of her fingers.
`Very well--and I will have some to exhibit to papa!' I answered, shaking back the rest into the bundle, and turning anew to the door.
She emptied her blackened pieces into the flames, and motioned me to finish the immolation. It was done; I stirred up the ashes, and interred them under a shovelful of coals; and she mutely, and with a sense of intense injury, retired to her private apartment
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. I descended to tell my master that the young lady's qualm of sickness was almost gone, but I judged it best for her to lie down a while. She wouldn't dine; but she reappeared at tea, pale, and red about the eyes, and marvellously subdued in outward aspect. Next morning I answered the letter by a slip of paper, inscribed, `Master Heathcliff is requested to send no more notes to Miss Linton, as she will not receive them.' And, thenceforth, the little boy came with vacant pockets.
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She sprang at her precious epistles, but I held them above my head; and then she poured out further frantic entreaties that I would burn them--do anything rather than show them. And being really fully as inclined to laugh as scold--for I esteemed it all girlish vanity--I at length relented in a measure, and asked:
`If I consent to burn them, will you promise faithfully neither to send nor receive a letter again, nor a book (for I perceive you have sent him books), nor locks of hair, nor rings, nor playthings?'
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`We don't send playthings!' cried Catherine, her pride overcoming her shame.
`Nor anything at all, then, my lady,' I said. `Unless you will, here I go.'
`I promise, Ellen!' she cried, catching my dress. `Oh, put them in the fire, do, do!'
But when I proceeded to open a place with the poker, the sacrifice was too painful to be borne. She earnestly supplicated that I would spare her one or two.
`One or two, Ellen, to keep for Linton's sake!'
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She sprang at her precious epistles, but I held them above my head; and then she poured out further frantic entreaties that I would burn them--do anything rather than show them. And being really fully as inclined to laugh as scold--for I esteemed it all girlish vanity--I at length relented in a measure, and asked:
`If I consent to burn them, will you promise faithfully neither to send nor receive a letter again, nor a book (for I perceive you have sent him books), nor locks of hair, nor rings, nor playthings?'
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`We don't send playthings!' cried Catherine, her pride overcoming her shame.
`Nor anything at all, then, my lady,' I said. `Unless you will, here I go.'
`I promise, Ellen!' she cried, catching my dress. `Oh, put them in the fire, do, do!'
But when I proceeded to open a place with the poker, the sacrifice was too painful to be borne. She earnestly supplicated that I would spare her one or two.
`One or two, Ellen, to keep for Linton's sake!'
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She ran, and returned and ran again, many times before my sober footsteps reached the gate, and then she seated herself on the grassy bank beside the path, and tried to wait patiently; but that was impossible: she couldn't be still a minute.
`How long they are!' she exclaimed. `Ah, I see some dust on the road they are coming? No! When will they be here? May we not go a little way--half a mile, Ellen: only just half a mile? Do say yes: to that clump of birches at the turn!'
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I refused staunchly. At length her suspense was ended: the travelling carriage rolled in sight. Miss Cathy shrieked and stretched out her arms, as soon as she caught her father's face looking from the window. He descended, nearly as eager as herself: and a considerable interval elapsed ere they had a thought to spare for any but themselves. While they exchanged caresses, I took a peep in to see after Linton. He was asleep in a corner, wrapped in a warm, fur-lined cloak, as if it had been winter. A pale, delicate, effeminate boy, who might have been taken for my master's younger brother, so strong was the resemblance: but there was a sickly peevishness in his aspect, that Edgar Linton never had. The latter saw me looking; and having shaken hands, advised me to close the door, and leave him undisturbed;
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She ran, and returned and ran again, many times before my sober footsteps reached the gate, and then she seated herself on the grassy bank beside the path, and tried to wait patiently; but that was impossible: she couldn't be still a minute.
`How long they are!' she exclaimed. `Ah, I see some dust on the road they are coming? No! When will they be here? May we not go a little way--half a mile, Ellen: only just half a mile? Do say yes: to that clump of birches at the turn!'
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I refused staunchly. At length her suspense was ended: the travelling carriage rolled in sight. Miss Cathy shrieked and stretched out her arms, as soon as she caught her father's face looking from the window. He descended, nearly as eager as herself: and a considerable interval elapsed ere they had a thought to spare for any but themselves. While they exchanged caresses, I took a peep in to see after Linton. He was asleep in a corner, wrapped in a warm, fur-lined cloak, as if it had been winter. A pale, delicate, effeminate boy, who might have been taken for my master's younger brother, so strong was the resemblance: but there was a sickly peevishness in his aspect, that Edgar Linton never had. The latter saw me looking; and having shaken hands, advised me to close the door, and leave him undisturbed;
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A letter, edged with black, announced the day of my master's return. Isabella was dead; and he wrote to bid me get mourning for his daughter, and arrange a room, and other accommodations, for his youthful nephew. Catherine ran wild with joy at the idea of welcoming her father back; and indulged most sanguine anticipations of the innumerable excellences of her `real' cousin. The evening of their expected arrival came. Since early morning, she had been busy ordering her own small affairs; and now, attired in her new black frock--poor thing! her aunt's death impressed her with no definite sorrow--she obliged me, by constant worrying, to
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walk with her down through the grounds to meet them.
`Linton is just six months younger than I am,' she chattered, as we strolled leisurely over the swells and hollows of mossy turf, under shadow of the trees. `How delightful it will be to have him for a playfellow! Aunt Isabella sent papa a beautiful lock of his hair; it was lighter than mine--more flaxen, and quite as fine. I have it carefully preserved in a little glass box: and I've often thought what pleasure it would be to see its owner. Oh! I am happy--and papa, dear, dear papa! Come, Ellen, let us run! come, run.'
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A letter, edged with black, announced the day of my master's return. Isabella was dead; and he wrote to bid me get mourning for his daughter, and arrange a room, and other accommodations, for his youthful nephew. Catherine ran wild with joy at the idea of welcoming her father back; and indulged most sanguine anticipations of the innumerable excellences of her `real' cousin. The evening of their expected arrival came. Since early morning, she had been busy ordering her own small affairs; and now, attired in her new black frock--poor thing! her aunt's death impressed her with no definite sorrow--she obliged me, by constant worrying, to
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walk with her down through the grounds to meet them.
`Linton is just six months younger than I am,' she chattered, as we strolled leisurely over the swells and hollows of mossy turf, under shadow of the trees. `How delightful it will be to have him for a playfellow! Aunt Isabella sent papa a beautiful lock of his hair; it was lighter than mine--more flaxen, and quite as fine. I have it carefully preserved in a little glass box: and I've often thought what pleasure it would be to see its owner. Oh! I am happy--and papa, dear, dear papa! Come, Ellen, let us run! come, run.'
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This, however, is not making progress with my story. Miss Cathy rejected the peace offering of the terrier, and demanded her own dogs, Charlie and Phoenix. They came limping, and hanging their heads; and we set out for home, sadly out of sorts, every one of us. I could not wring from my little lady how she had spent the day; except that, as I supposed, the goal of her pilgrimage was Penistone Crags; and she arrived without adventure to the gate of the farmhouse, when Hareton happened to issue
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forth, attended by some canine followers, who attacked her train. They had a smart battle, before their owners could separate them: that ormed an introduction. Catherine told Hareton who she was, nd where she was going; and asked him to show her the way: finally, beguiling him to accompany her. He opened the mysteries of the Fairy Cave, and twenty other queer places. But, being in disgrace, I was not favoured with a description of the interesting objects she saw. I could gather, however, that her guide had been a favourite till she hurt his feelings by addressing him as a servant; and Heathcliffs housekeeper hurt hers by calling him her cousin. Then the language he had held to her rankled in her heart;
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This, however, is not making progress with my story. Miss Cathy rejected the peace offering of the terrier, and demanded her own dogs, Charlie and Phoenix. They came limping, and hanging their heads; and we set out for home, sadly out of sorts, every one of us. I could not wring from my little lady how she had spent the day; except that, as I supposed, the goal of her pilgrimage was Penistone Crags; and she arrived without adventure to the gate of the farmhouse, when Hareton happened to issue
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forth, attended by some canine followers, who attacked her train. They had a smart battle, before their owners could separate them: that ormed an introduction. Catherine told Hareton who she was, nd where she was going; and asked him to show her the way: finally, beguiling him to accompany her. He opened the mysteries of the Fairy Cave, and twenty other queer places. But, being in disgrace, I was not favoured with a description of the interesting objects she saw. I could gather, however, that her guide had been a favourite till she hurt his feelings by addressing him as a servant; and Heathcliffs housekeeper hurt hers by calling him her cousin. Then the language he had held to her rankled in her heart;
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lengths: he allowed that he was ruined: that his soul was abandoned to perdition; but then, he reflected that Heathcliff must answer for it. Hareton's blood would be required at his hands; and there lay immense consolation in that thought. Joseph had instilled into him a pride of name, and of his lineage; he would, had he dared, have fostered hate between him and the present owner of the Heights: but his dread of that owner amounted to superstition; and he confined his feelings regarding him to
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muttered innuendoes and private comminations. I don't pretend to be intimately acquainted with the mode of living customary in those days at Wuthering Heights: I only speak from hearsay; for I saw little. The villagers affirmed Mr Heathcliff was near, and a cruel hard landlord to his tenants; but the house, inside, had regained its ancient aspect of comfort under female management, and the scenes of riot common in Hindley's time were not now enacted within its walls. The master was too gloomy to seek companionship with any people, good or bad; and he is yet.
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lengths: he allowed that he was ruined: that his soul was abandoned to perdition; but then, he reflected that Heathcliff must answer for it. Hareton's blood would be required at his hands; and there lay immense consolation in that thought. Joseph had instilled into him a pride of name, and of his lineage; he would, had he dared, have fostered hate between him and the present owner of the Heights: but his dread of that owner amounted to superstition; and he confined his feelings regarding him to
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muttered innuendoes and private comminations. I don't pretend to be intimately acquainted with the mode of living customary in those days at Wuthering Heights: I only speak from hearsay; for I saw little. The villagers affirmed Mr Heathcliff was near, and a cruel hard landlord to his tenants; but the house, inside, had regained its ancient aspect of comfort under female management, and the scenes of riot common in Hindley's time were not now enacted within its walls. The master was too gloomy to seek companionship with any people, good or bad; and he is yet.
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The summer shone in full prime; and she took such a taste for this solitary rambling that she often contrived to remain out from breakfast till tea; and then the evenings were spent in recounting her fanciful tales. I did not fear her breaking bounds; because the gates were generally locked, and I thought she would scarcely venture forth alone, if they had stood wide open. Unluckily, my confidence proved misplaced. Catherine came to me, one morning, at eight o'clock, and said she was that day an Arabian merchant, going to cross the desert with his caravan; and I must give her plenty of provision for herself and beasts: a horse, and three camels, personated by a l
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arge hound and a couple of pointers. I got together good store of dainties, and slung them in a basket on one side of the saddle; and she sprang up as gay as a fairy, sheltered by her wide-brimmed hat and gauze veil from the July sun, and trotted off with a merry laugh, mocking my cautious counsel to avoid galloping, and come back early. The naughty thing never made her appearance at tea. One traveller, the hound, being an old dog and fond of its ease, returned; but neither Cathy, nor the pony, nor the two pointers were visible in any direction: I
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The summer shone in full prime; and she took such a taste for this solitary rambling that she often contrived to remain out from breakfast till tea; and then the evenings were spent in recounting her fanciful tales. I did not fear her breaking bounds; because the gates were generally locked, and I thought she would scarcely venture forth alone, if they had stood wide open. Unluckily, my confidence proved misplaced. Catherine came to me, one morning, at eight o'clock, and said she was that day an Arabian merchant, going to cross the desert with his caravan; and I must give her plenty of provision for herself and beasts: a horse, and three camels, personated by a l
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arge hound and a couple of pointers. I got together good store of dainties, and slung them in a basket on one side of the saddle; and she sprang up as gay as a fairy, sheltered by her wide-brimmed hat and gauze veil from the July sun, and trotted off with a merry laugh, mocking my cautious counsel to avoid galloping, and come back early. The naughty thing never made her appearance at tea. One traveller, the hound, being an old dog and fond of its ease, returned; but neither Cathy, nor the pony, nor the two pointers were visible in any direction: I
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him adieu, and deliver Linton safely into his hands. Her hope was, that Linton might be left with him, as he had been with her: his father, she would fain convince herself, had no desire to assume the burden of his maintenance or education. My master hesitated not a moment in complying with her request: reluctant as he was to leave home at ordinary calls, he flew to answer this; commending Catherine to my peculiar vigilance, in his absence, with reiterated orders that she must not wander out of the park, even under my escort: he did not calculate on her going unaccompanied.
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He was away three weeks. The first day or two, my charge sat in a corner of the library, too sad for either reading or playing: in that quiet state she caused me little trouble; but it was succeeded by an interval of impatient fretful weariness; and being too busy, and too old then, to run up and down amusing her, I hit on a method by which she might entertain herself. I used to send her on her travels round the grounds--now on foot, and now on a pony; indulging her with a patient audience of all her real and imaginary adventures, when she returned.
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him adieu, and deliver Linton safely into his hands. Her hope was, that Linton might be left with him, as he had been with her: his father, she would fain convince herself, had no desire to assume the burden of his maintenance or education. My master hesitated not a moment in complying with her request: reluctant as he was to leave home at ordinary calls, he flew to answer this; commending Catherine to my peculiar vigilance, in his absence, with reiterated orders that she must not wander out of the park, even under my escort: he did not calculate on her going unaccompanied.
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He was away three weeks. The first day or two, my charge sat in a corner of the library, too sad for either reading or playing: in that quiet state she caused me little trouble; but it was succeeded by an interval of impatient fretful weariness; and being too busy, and too old then, to run up and down amusing her, I hit on a method by which she might entertain herself. I used to send her on her travels round the grounds--now on foot, and now on a pony; indulging her with a patient audience of all her real and imaginary adventures, when she returned.
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One of the maids mentioning the Fairy Cave, quite turned her head with a desire to fulfil this project: she teased Mr Linton about it; and he promised she should have the journey when she got older. But Miss Catherine measured her age by months, and, `Now, am I old enough to go to Penistone Crags?' was the constant question in her mouth. The road thither wound close by Wuthering Heights. Edgar had not the heart to pass it; so she received as constantly the answer, `Not yet, love: not yet.
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I said Mrs Heathcliff lived above a dozen years after quitting her husband. Her family were of a delicate constitution: she and Edgar both lacked the ruddy health that you will generally meet in these parts. What her last illness was, I am not certain: I conjecture, they died of the same thing, a kind of fever, slow at its commencement, but incurable, and rapidly consuming life to wards the close. She wrote to inform her brother of the probable conclusion of a four months' indisposition under which she had suffered, and entreated him to come to her, if possible; for she had much to settle, and she wished to bid
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One of the maids mentioning the Fairy Cave, quite turned her head with a desire to fulfil this project: she teased Mr Linton about it; and he promised she should have the journey when she got older. But Miss Catherine measured her age by months, and, `Now, am I old enough to go to Penistone Crags?' was the constant question in her mouth. The road thither wound close by Wuthering Heights. Edgar had not the heart to pass it; so she received as constantly the answer, `Not yet, love: not yet.
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I said Mrs Heathcliff lived above a dozen years after quitting her husband. Her family were of a delicate constitution: she and Edgar both lacked the ruddy health that you will generally meet in these parts. What her last illness was, I am not certain: I conjecture, they died of the same thing, a kind of fever, slow at its commencement, but incurable, and rapidly consuming life to wards the close. She wrote to inform her brother of the probable conclusion of a four months' indisposition under which she had suffered, and entreated him to come to her, if possible; for she had much to settle, and she wished to bid
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And what are those golden rocks like when you stand under them?' she once asked.
The abrupt descent of Penistone Crags particularly attracted her notice; especially when the setting sun shone on it and the topmost heights, and the whole extent of landscape besides lay in shadow. I explained that they were bare masses of stone, with hardly enough earth in their clefts to nourish a stunted tree.
`And why are they bright so long after it is evening here?' she pursued.
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`Because they are a great deal higher up than we are,' replied I; `you could not climb them, they are too high and steep. In winter the frost is always there before it comes to us; and deep into summer I have found snow under that black hollow on the north-east side!'
`Oh, you have been on them!' she cried gleefully. `Then I can go, too, when I am a woman. Has papa been, Ellen?'
`Papa would tell you, miss,' I answered hastily, `that they are not worth the trouble of visiting. The moors, where you ramble with him, are much nicer; and Thrushcross Park is the finest place in the world.'
`But I know the park, and I don't know those,' she murmured to herself. `And I should delight to look round me from the brow of that tallest point: my little pony Minny shall take me some time.'
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And what are those golden rocks like when you stand under them?' she once asked.
The abrupt descent of Penistone Crags particularly attracted her notice; especially when the setting sun shone on it and the topmost heights, and the whole extent of landscape besides lay in shadow. I explained that they were bare masses of stone, with hardly enough earth in their clefts to nourish a stunted tree.
`And why are they bright so long after it is evening here?' she pursued.
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`Because they are a great deal higher up than we are,' replied I; `you could not climb them, they are too high and steep. In winter the frost is always there before it comes to us; and deep into summer I have found snow under that black hollow on the north-east side!'
`Oh, you have been on them!' she cried gleefully. `Then I can go, too, when I am a woman. Has papa been, Ellen?'
`Papa would tell you, miss,' I answered hastily, `that they are not worth the trouble of visiting. The moors, where you ramble with him, are much nicer; and Thrushcross Park is the finest place in the world.'
`But I know the park, and I don't know those,' she murmured to herself. `And I should delight to look round me from the brow of that tallest point: my little pony Minny shall take me some time.'
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Then I shall go upstairs!' I answered; `show me a chamber.' I put my basin on a tray, and went myself to fetch some more milk. With great grumblings, the fellow rose, and preceded me in my ascent: we mounted to the garrets; he opening a door, now and then, to look into the apartments we passed.
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`Here's a rahm,' he said, at last, flinging back a cranky board on hinges. `It's weel eneugh tuh ate a few porridge in. They's a pack o' corn i' t' corner, thear, meeterly clane; if yah're feared uh muckying yer grand silk cloes, spread yer hankerchir o' t' top on't.'
The `rahm' was a kind of lumber-hole smelling strong of malt and grain; various sacks of which articles were piled around, leaving a wide, bare space in the middle.
`Why, man!' I exclaimed, facing him angrily, `this is not a place to sleep in. I wish to see my bedroom.
`Bed-rume!' he repeated, in a tone of mockery. `Yah's see all t' bed-rumes thear is--yon's mine.'
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Then I shall go upstairs!' I answered; `show me a chamber.' I put my basin on a tray, and went myself to fetch some more milk. With great grumblings, the fellow rose, and preceded me in my ascent: we mounted to the garrets; he opening a door, now and then, to look into the apartments we passed.
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`Here's a rahm,' he said, at last, flinging back a cranky board on hinges. `It's weel eneugh tuh ate a few porridge in. They's a pack o' corn i' t' corner, thear, meeterly clane; if yah're feared uh muckying yer grand silk cloes, spread yer hankerchir o' t' top on't.'
The `rahm' was a kind of lumber-hole smelling strong of malt and grain; various sacks of which articles were piled around, leaving a wide, bare space in the middle.
`Why, man!' I exclaimed, facing him angrily, `this is not a place to sleep in. I wish to see my bedroom.
`Bed-rume!' he repeated, in a tone of mockery. `Yah's see all t' bed-rumes thear is--yon's mine.'
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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
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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. Meanwhile, the infant ruffian continued sucking; and glowered at me defyingly, as he slavered into the jug.
`I shall have my supper in another room,' I said. `Have you no place you call a parlour?'
`Parlour!' he echoed sneeringly, `parlour! Nay, we've noa parlours. If yah dunnut loike wer company, there's maister's; un' if yah dunnut loike maister, there's us.
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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
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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. Meanwhile, the infant ruffian continued sucking; and glowered at me defyingly, as he slavered into the jug.
`I shall have my supper in another room,' I said. `Have you no place you call a parlour?'
`Parlour!' he echoed sneeringly, `parlour! Nay, we've noa parlours. If yah dunnut loike wer company, there's maister's; un' if yah dunnut loike maister, there's us.
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`Gooid Lord!' he muttered, sitting down, and stroking his ribbed stockings from the knee to the ankle. `If they's tuh be fresh ortherings--just when Aw gettin used tuh two maisters, if Aw mun hev a mistress set o'er my heead, it's loike time tuh be flitting. Aw niver did think tuh say t' day ut Aw mud lave th' owld place--but Aw daht it's nigh at hend!'
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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.
`Thear!' he ejaculated, `Hareton, thah willut sup thy porridge tuh neight; they'll be nowt bud lumps as big as maw nave. Thear, agean! Aw'd fling in bowl un all, if Aw wer yah! There, pale t' guilp off, un' then yah'll hae done wi't. Bang, bang. It's a marcy t' bothom isn't deaved aht!'
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`Gooid Lord!' he muttered, sitting down, and stroking his ribbed stockings from the knee to the ankle. `If they's tuh be fresh ortherings--just when Aw gettin used tuh two maisters, if Aw mun hev a mistress set o'er my heead, it's loike time tuh be flitting. Aw niver did think tuh say t' day ut Aw mud lave th' owld place--but Aw daht it's nigh at hend!'
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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.
`Thear!' he ejaculated, `Hareton, thah willut sup thy porridge tuh neight; they'll be nowt bud lumps as big as maw nave. Thear, agean! Aw'd fling in bowl un all, if Aw wer yah! There, pale t' guilp off, un' then yah'll hae done wi't. Bang, bang. It's a marcy t' bothom isn't deaved aht!'
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a beggar? Oh, damnation! I will have it back; and I'll 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!'
You've acquainted me, Ellen, with your old master's 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 servant's ill-bred moroseness as comparatively agreeable. He now recommenced his moody walk, and I raised the latch, and escaped into the kitchen. Joseph was bending over the fire,
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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, `I'll 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. I'm not
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a beggar? Oh, damnation! I will have it back; and I'll 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!'
You've acquainted me, Ellen, with your old master's 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 servant's ill-bred moroseness as comparatively agreeable. He now recommenced his moody walk, and I raised the latch, and escaped into the kitchen. Joseph was bending over the fire,
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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, `I'll 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. I'm not
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