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           "Oh,ifIwereputinmyownbedintheoldhouse!"shewentonbitterly,wringingherhands,"Andthatwindsoundinginthefirsbythelattice.Doletmefeelit—itcomesstraightdownthemoor—doletmehaveonebreath!"

           Topacifyher,Iheldthecasementajarafewseconds.Acoldblastrushedthrough;Iclosedit,andreturnedtomypost.Shelaystillnow,herfacebathedintears.Exhaustionofbodyhadentirelysubduedherspirit:ourfieryCatherinewasnobetterthanawailingchild.

           "HowlongisitsinceIshutmyselfinhere?"sheasked,suddenlyreviving.

           "ItwasMondayevening,"Ireplied,"andthisisThursdaynight,orratherFridaymorning,atpresent."

           "What!ofthesameweek?"sheexclaimed."Onlythatbrieftime?"

           "Longenoughtoliveonnothingbutcoldwaterandill-temper,"observedI.

           "Well,itseemsawearynumberofhours,"shemuttereddoubtfully:"itmustbemore.Irememberbeingintheparlouraftertheyhadquarrelled,andEdgarbeingcruellyprovoking,andmerunningintothisroomdesperate.AssoonaseverIhadbarredthedoor,utterblacknessoverwhelmedme,andIfellonthefloor.Icouldn’texplaintoEdgarhowcertainIfeltofhavingafit,orgoingragingmad,ifhepersistedinteasingme!Ihadnocommandoftongue,orbrain,andhedidnotguessmyagony,perhaps:itbarelyleftmesensetotrytoescapefromhimandhisvoice.