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Chapter 3
and,whileHindleyandhiswifebaskeddownstairsbeforeacomfortablefire—doinganythingbutreadingtheirBibles,I’llanswerforit—Heathcliff,myself,andtheunhappyplough-boy,werecommandedtotakeourprayer-books,andmount:wererangedinarow,onasackofcorn,groaningandshivering,andhopingthatjosephwouldshivertoo,sothathemightgiveusashorthomilyforhisownsake.Avainidea!Theservicelastedpreciselythreehours;andyetmybrotherhadthefacetoexclaim,whenhesawusdescending,‘What,donealready?’OnSundayeveningsweusedtobepermittedtoplay,ifwedidnotmakemuchnoise;nowameretitterissufficienttosendusintocorners!
"’Youforgetyouhaveamasterhere,’saysthetyrant.‘I’lldemolishthefirstwhoputsmeoutoftemper!Iinsistonperfectsobrietyandsilence.Oh,boy!wasthatyou?Frances,darling,pullhishairasyougoby:Iheardhimsnaphisfingers.’Francespulledhishairheartily,andthenwentandseatedherselfonherhusband’sknee;andtheretheywere,liketwobabies,kissingandtalkingnonsensebythehour—foolishpalaverthatweshouldbeashamedof.Wemadeourselvesassnugasourmeansallowedinthearchofthedresser.Ihadjustfastenedourpinaforestogether,andhungthemupforacurtain,whenincomesJosephonanerrandfromthestables.Hetearsdownmyhandiwork,boxesmyearsandcroaks—
"’T’maisternobbutjustburied,andSabbathnoo’ered,undt’soundo’t’gospelstilli’yerlugs,andyedarrbelaiking!Shameonye!sityedown,illchilder!there’sgoodbooksenoughifye’llread‘em!sityedown,andthinko’yersowls!’
"Sayingthis,hecompelledustosquareourpositionsthatwemightreceivefromthefar-offfireadullraytoshowusthetextofthelumberhethrustuponus.
