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63 Wuthering Heights By Emily Brontewages; the latter ordered me to pack up: he wanted no women in the house, he said,now that there was no mistress; and as to Hareton, the curate should take him in hand,by-and-by. And so I had but one choice left: to do as I was ordered. I told the master hegot rid of all decent people only to run to ruin a little faster; I kissed Hareton, said goodby;and since then he has been a stranger: and it’s very queer to think it, but I’ve nodoubt he has completely forgotten all about Ellen Dean, and that he was ever more thanall the world to her and she to him!* * * * *At this point of the housekeeper’s story she chanced to glance towards the time-pieceover the chimney; and was in amazement on seeing the minute-hand measure half-pastone. She would not hear of staying a second longer: in truth, I felt rather disposed todefer the sequel of her narrative myself. And now that she is vanished to her rest, and Ihave meditated for another hour or two, I shall summon courage to go also, in spite ofaching laziness of head and limbs.www.globalgrey.co.uk