had been
there,
except for
the
disarrangement
of the
drapery
about the
corpse’s
face, and
for
observing
on the
floor a
curl of
light
hair,
fastened
with a
silver
thread;
which, on
examination,
I
ascertained
to have
been taken
from a
locket
hung round
Catherine’s
neck.
Heathcliff
had opened
the
trinket
and cast
out its
contents,
replacing
them by a
black lock
of his
own. I
twisted
the two,
and
enclosed
them
together.
