ting the casements, one after another, till I came to his.
"'Must I close this?' I asked, in order to rouse him, for he would not stir.
"The light flashed on his features, as I spoke. Oh, Mr. Lockwood, I cannot express what a terrible start I got, by the momentary view! Those deep black eyes! That smile, and ghastly paleness! It appeared to me, not Mr. Heathcliff, but a goblin; and, in my terror, I let the candle bend towards the wall, and it left me in darkness.
"'Yes, close it,' he replied, in his familiar voice. 'There, that is pure awkwardness! Why did you hold the candle horizontally? Be quick, and bring another.'
"I hurried out in a foolish state of dread, and said to Joseph—
"'The master wishes you to take him a light, and rekindle the fire.' For I dare not go in myself again just then.
Joseph rattled some fire into the shovel, and
