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Rh spoke, fearfully, for the doors were shut, and I had seen nobody on approaching the steps.

"Something stirred in the porch; and moving nearer, I distinguished a tall man dressed in dark clothes, with dark face and hair. He leant against the side, and held his fingers on the latch, as if intending to open for himself.

Who can it be?' I thought. 'Mr. Earnshaw? Oh, no! The voice has no resemblance to his.'

I have waited here an hour,' he resumed, while I continued staring; 'and the whole of that time all round has been as still as death I dared not enter. You do not know me? Look, I'm not a stranger!'

A ray fell on his features; the cheeks were sallow, and half covered with black whiskers; the brows lowering, the eyes deep set and singular. I remembered the eyes."

"What!" I cried, uncertain whether to regard him as a worldly visiter, and I raised my