gleamed from any house, far or near; all had been extinguished long ago; and those at Wuthering Heights were never visible. . .still she asserted she caught their shining.
"Look!" she cried eagerly, "that's my room, with the candle in it, and the trees swaying before it. . .and the other candle is in Joseph's garret. . .Joseph sits up late, doesn't he? He's waiting till I come home that he may lock the gate. . .Well, he'll wait a while yet. It's a rough journey, and a sad heart to travel it; and we must pass by Gimmerton Kirk, to go that journey! We've braved it's ghosts often together, and dared each other to stand among the graves and ask them to come. . .But Heathcliff, if I dare you now, will you venture? If you do, I'll keep you. I'll not lie there by myself; they may bury me twelve feet deep, and throw the church down over me; but I won't rest till you are with me. . .I never will!"
She paused, and resumed with a strange
