But never mind Linton at present: tell me, were you not with Heathcliff last night?
“Shes ill,” said Hindley, taking her wrist; “I suppose thats the reason she would not go to bed. Damn it! What took you into the rain?”
“Running after t lads, as usuald!” croaked Joseph, catching an opportunity from our hesitation to thrust in his evil tongue. “If I war yah, maister, Id just slam t boards i their faces all on em, gentle and simple! Never a day ut yahre off, but yon cat o Linton comes sneaking hither; and Miss Nelly, shoos a fine lass! shoo sits watching for ye i t kitchen; and as yahre in at one door, hes out at tother; and, then, wer grand lady goes a-courting of her side! Its bonny behaviour, lurking amang t fields, after twelve o t night, wi that fahl, flaysome divil of a gipsy, Heathcliff! They think Im blind; but Im noan: nowt ut t soart!-I seed young Linton boath coming and going, and I seed yah” (directing his discourse to me), “yah gooid fur nowt, slattenly witch! nip up and bolt into th house, t minute yah heard t maisters horse-fit clatter up t road.”
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