"Where must I sleep, then?" I sobbed—I was beyond regarding self-respect, weighed down by fatigue and wretchedness.
Joseph will show you Heathcliff's chamber," said he; "open that door—he's in there."
"I was going to obey, but he suddenly arrested me, and added in the strangest tone—
"Be so good as to turn your lock, and draw your bolt—don't omit it!"
"Well!" I said. "But why, Mr. Earnshaw?" I did not relish the notion of deliberately fastening myself in with Heathcliff.
"Look here!" he replied, pulling from his waistcoat a curiously constructed pistol, having a double edged spring knife attached to the barrel. "That's a great tempter to a desperate man, is it not? I cannot resist going up with this, every night, and trying his door, if once I find it open he's done for! I do it invariably, even though the minute before I have been recalling a hundred reasons that should make me refrain—it is some devil that
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