"Oh, wicked, wicked!" gasped the elder, "may the Lord deliver us from evil!"
"No, reprobate! you are a castaway—be off, or I'll hurt you seriously! I'll have you all modlled in wax and clay; and the first who passes the limits, I fix, shall—I'll not say what he shall be done to—but, you'll see! Go, I'm looking at you!"
The little witch put a mock malignity into her beautiful eyes, and Joseph, trembling with sincere horror, hurried out praying and ejaculating "wicked" as he went.
I thought her conduct must be prompted by a species of dreary fun; and, now that we were alone, I endeavoured to interest her in my distress.
"Mrs. Heathcliff," I said, earnestly, "you must excuse me for troubling you—I presume, because, with that face, I'm sure you cannot help being good-hearted. Do point out some landmarks by which I may know my way home—I have no more idea how to get there than you would have how to get to London!"
