‘Must ugg boots cheap sale 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.
     　　  uggs discount  ‘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 discount uggs for women the shovel, and went; but he brought it back immediately, with the supper tray in his other hand, explaining that Mr Heathcliff was going to bed, and he wanted nothing to eat till morning. We heard him mount the stairs directly; he did not proceed to his ordinary chamber, but turned into that with the panelled bed: its window, as I mentioned before, is wide enough for anybody to get through; and it struck me that he ugg boots cheap sale plotted another midnight excursion, of which he had rather we had no suspicion.
     　　 ‘Is he a ghoul or a vampire?' I mused. I had read of such hideous incarnate demons. And then I set myself to reflect how I had tended him in infancy, and watched him grow to youth, and followed him almost through his whole course; and what absurd nonsense it was to yield to that sense of horror. ‘But where did ugg boots on sale he come from, the little dark thing, harboured by a good man to his bane?' muttered Superstition, as I dozed into unconsciousness.
     　　 And I began, half dreaming, to weary myself with imagining some fit parentage for him; and, repeating my waking meditations, I tracked his existence over again, with grim variations; at last, picturing his death and funeral: of which, all I can remember is, being exceedingly vexed at having the task of ugg boots on sale dictating an inscription for his monument, and consulting the sexton about it; and, as he had no surname, and we could not tell his age, we were obliged to content ourselves with the single word, ‘Heathcliff'.
     　　 That came true: we were. If you enter the kirkyard, you'll read on his headstone, only that, and the date of his death.