"What is the matter, my little man?" I asked.
"There's Heathcliff and a woman yonder, under t' nab," he blubbered, "un' I darnut pass 'em."
I saw nothing; but neither the sheep nor he would go on so I bid him take the road lower down. He probably raised the phantoms from thinking, as he traversed the moors alone, on the nonsense he had heard his parents and companions repeat. Yet, still, I don't like being out in the dark now; and I don't like being left by myself in this grim house: I cannot help it; I shall be glad when they leave it, and shift to the Grange.
"They are going to the Grange, then?" I said.
"Yes," answered Mrs. Dean, "as soon as they are married, and that will be on New Year's Day."
"And who will live here then?"

'What is the matter, my little man?' I asked.
'There's Heathcliff and a woman yonder,' he blubbered, 'an' I daren't pass 'em.'
I saw nothing; but neither the sheep nor he would go on, so I bid him take the road lower down. He had probably been thinking of some nonsense he had heard his parents repeat. Yet, still, I don't like being out in the dark now; and I don't like being left by myself in this grim house. I shall be glad when they leave it, and move to the Grange.
'They are going to Thrushcross Grange, then?' I said.
'Yes,' answered Mrs. Dean, 'as soon as they are married, and that will be on New Year's Day.'
'And who will live at Wuthering Heights then?'
