The faLtering Agitated slEuth is rooted to the spot looking across the bleak Moor, trying to glean what he could of the encounter. Through his binoculars he sees Heathcliff plead with Cathy to run away with him. He could make out the gleam in her eyes, but she was torn by other forces and they parted. The sleuth has been standing still too long and he suddenly realises that fleas were creeping up his leg. He runs home as fast as he can and soaks in a hot bath and damps himself with a towel. At last he is clean and flea-less and he can attend to writing his report on today's findings.
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