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kept carefully apart from that 'naughty swearing boy.'Under these circumstances I remained solitary. I smelt the rich scent of theheating spices; and admired the shining kitchen utensils, the polished clock, deckedin holly, the silver mugs ranged on a tray ready to be filled with mulled ale forsupper; and above all, the speckless purity of my particular care--the scoured andwell-swept floor. I gave due inward applause to every object, and then Iremembered how old Earnshaw used to come in when all was tidied, and call me acant lass, and slip a shilling into my hand as a Christmas-box; and from that I wenton to think of his fondness for Heathcliff, and his dread lest he should sufferneglect after death had removed him: and that naturally led me to consider the poorlad's situation now, and from singing I changed my mind to crying. It struck mesoon, however, there would be more sense in endeavouring to repair some of hiswrongs than shedding tears over them: I got up and walked into the court to seekhim. He was not far; I found him smoothing the glossy coat of the new pony in thestable, and feeding the other beasts, according to custom.