Therewasnomoon, andeverythingbeneathlayinmistydarkness: notalightgleamedfromanyhouse, farornear—allhadbeenextinguishedlongago; andthoseatWutheringHeightswerenevervisible—stillsheassertedshecaughttheirshining.
‘Look!’ shecriedeagerly, ‘that’smyroomwiththecandleinit, andthetreesswayingbeforeit … andtheothercandleisinJoseph’sgarret … Josephsitsuplate, doesn’the? He’swaitingtillIcomehomethathemaylockthegate … Well, he’’saroughjourney, andasadhearttotravelit; andwemustpassbyGimmertonKirk, togothatjourney! We’vebraveditsghostsoftentogether, anddaredeachothertostandamongthegravesandaskthemtocome … ButHeathcliff, ifIdareyounow, willyouventure? Ifyoudo, I’llkeepyou.I’llnotlietherebymyself: theymayburymetwelvefeetdeep, andthrowthechurchdownoverme, butIwon’!’
Shepaused, andresumedwithastrangesmile.‘He’sconsidering—he’dratherI’dcometohim! Findaway, then! notthroughthatKirkyard … Youareslow! Becontent, youalwaysfollowedme!’
Perceivingitvaintoargueagainstherinsanity, IwasplanninghowIcouldreachsomethingtowrapabouther, withoutquittingmyholdofherself, forIcouldnottrustheralonebythegapinglattice; when, tomyconsternation, Iheardtherattleofthedoor-handle, ; and, inpassingthroughthelobby, hadnoticedourtalkingandbeenattractedbycuriosity, orfear, toexaminewhatitsignified, atthatlatehour.
