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           Mr.Heathcliffandhismanclimbedthecellarstepswithvexatiousphlegm:Idon’tthinktheymovedonesecondfasterthanusual,thoughthehearthwasanabsolutetempestofworryingandyelping. Happily,aninhabitantofthekitchenmademoredespatch:alustydame,withtucked-upgown,barearms,andfire-flushedcheeks,rushedintothemidstofusflourishingafrying-pan: andusedthatweapon,andhertongue,tosuchpurpose,thatthestormsubsidedmagically,andsheonlyremained,heavinglikeaseaafterahighwind,whenhermasterenteredonthescene. 

           "Whatthedevilisthematter?"heasked,eyeingmeinamannerthatIcouldillendureafterthisinhospitabletreatment. 

           "Whatthedevil,indeed!"Imuttered."Theherdofpossessedswinecouldhavehadnoworsespiritsinthemthanthoseanimalsofyours,sir.Youmightaswellleaveastrangerwithabroodoftigers!" 

           "Theywon’tmeddlewithpersonswhotouchnothing,"heremarked,puttingthebottlebeforeme,andrestoringthedisplacedtable."Thedogsdorighttobevigilant.Takeaglassofwine?" 

           "No,thankyou." 

           "Notbitten,areyou?" 

           "IfIhadbeen,Iwouldhavesetmysignetonthebiter." Heathcliff’scountenancerelaxedintoagrin. 

           "Come,come,"hesaid,"youareflurried,Mr.Lockwood.Here,takealittlewine.GuestsaresoexceedinglyrareinthishousethatIandmydogs,Iamwillingtoown,hardlyknowhowtoreceivethem.Yourhealth,sir!"