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1We had sad work with little Cathy that day: she rose in high glee, eager to join her cousin, and such passionate tears
2and lamentations followed the news of his departure that Edgar himself was obliged to soothe her, by affirming he should
3come back soon: he added, however, "if I can get him"; and there were no hopes of that. This promise poorly pacified
4her; but time was more potent; and though still at intervals she inquired of her father when Linton would return, before
5she did see him again his features had waxed so dim in her memory that she did not recognise him. When I chanced to
6encounter the housekeeper of Wuthering Heights, in paying business visits to Gimmerton, I used to ask how the young
7master got on; for he lived almost as secluded as Catherine herself, and was never to be seen. I could gather from her
8that he continued in weak health, and was a tiresome inmate. She said Mr. Heathcliff seemed to dislike him ever longer
9and worse, though he took some trouble to conceal it: he had an antipathy to the sound of his voice, and could not do at
10all with his sitting in the same room with him many minutes together. There seldom passed much talk between them: Linton
11learnt his lessons and spent his evenings in a small apartment they called the parlour: or else lay in bed all day: for
12he was constantly getting coughs, and colds, and aches, and pains of some sort. "And I never knew such a faint-hearted
13creature," added the woman; "nor one so careful of hisseln. He will go on, if I leave the window open a bit late in the
14evening. Oh! it's killing, a breath of night air! And he must have a fire in the middle of summer; and Joseph's
15bacca-pipe is poison; and he must always have sweets and dainties, and always milk, milk for ever--heeding naught how
16the rest of us are pinched in winter; and there he'll sit, wrapped in his furred cloak in his chair by the fire, with
17some toast and water or other slop on the hob to sip at; and if Hareton, for pity, comes to amuse him--Hareton is not
18bad-natured, though he's rough--they're sure to part, one swearing and the other crying. I believe the master would
19relish Earnshaw's thrashing him to a mummy, if he were not his son; and I'm certain he would be fit to turn him out of
20doors, if he knew half the nursing he gives hisseln. But then he won't go into danger of temptation: he never enters the
21parlour, and should Linton show those ways in the house where he is, he sends him upstairs directly." I divined, from
22this account, that utter lack of sympathy had rendered young Heathcliff selfish and disagreeable, if he were not so
23originally; and my interest in him, consequently, decayed: though still I was moved with a sense of grief at his lot,
24and a wish that he had been left with us. Mr. Edgar encouraged me to gain information: he thought a great deal about
25him, I fancy, and would have run some risk to see him; and he told me once to ask the housekeeper whether he ever came
26into the village? She said he had only been twice, on horseback, accompanying his father; and both times he pretended to
27be quite knocked up for three or four days afterwards. That housekeeper left, if I recollect rightly, two years after he
28came; and another, whom I did not know, was her successor; she lives there still. Time wore on at the Grange in its
29former pleasant way till Miss Cathy reached sixteen. On the anniversary of her birth we never manifested any signs of
30rejoicing, because it was also the anniversary of my late mistress's death. Her father invariably spent that day alone
31in the library; and walked, at dusk, as far as Gimmerton kirkyard, where he would frequently prolong his stay beyond
32midnight. Therefore Catherine was thrown on her own resources for amusement. This twentieth of March was a beautiful
33spring day, and when her father had retired, my young lady came down dressed for going out, and said she asked to have a
34ramble on the edge of the moor with me: Mr. Linton had given her leave, if we went only a short distance and were back
35within the hour. "So make haste, Ellen!" she cried. "I know where I wish to go; where a colony of moor-game are settled:
36I want to see whether they have made their nests yet." "That must be a good distance up," I answered; "they don't breed
37on the edge of the moor." "No, it's not," she said. "I've gone very near with papa." I put on my bonnet and sallied out,
38thinking nothing more of the matter. She bounded before me, and returned to my side, and was off again like a young
39greyhound; and, at first, I found plenty of entertainment in listening to the larks singing far and near, and enjoying
40the sweet, warm sunshine; and watching her, my pet and my delight, with her golden ringlets flying loose behind, and her
41bright cheek, as soft and pure in its bloom as a wild rose, and her eyes radiant with cloudless pleasure. She was a
42happy creature, and an angel, in those days. It's a pity she could not be content. "Well," said I, "where are your
43moor-game, Miss Cathy? We should be at them: the Grange park-fence is a great way off now." "Oh, a little further--only
44a little further, Ellen," was her answer, continually. "Climb to that hillock, pass that bank, and by the time you reach
45the other side I shall have raised the birds." But there were so many hillocks and banks to climb and pass, that, at
46length, I began to be weary, and told her we must halt, and retrace our steps. I shouted to her, as she had outstripped
47me a long way; she either did not hear or did not regard, for she still sprang on, and I was compelled to follow.
48Finally, she dived into a hollow; and before I came in sight of her again, she was two miles nearer Wuthering Heights
49than her own home; and I beheld a couple of persons arrest her, one of whom I felt convinced was Mr. Heathcliff himself.
50Cathy had been caught in the fact of plundering, or, at least, hunting out the nests of the grouse. The Heights were
51Heathcliff's land, and he was reproving the poacher. "I've neither taken any nor found any," she said, as I toiled to
52them, expanding her hands in corroboration of the statement. "I didn't mean to take them; but papa told me there were
53quantities up here, and I wished to see the eggs." Heathcliff glanced at me with an ill-meaning smile, expressing his
54acquaintance with the party, and, consequently, his malevolence towards it, and demanded who "papa" was? "Mr. Linton of
55Thrushcross Grange," she replied. "I thought you did not know me, or you wouldn't have spoken in that way." "You suppose
56papa is highly esteemed and respected, then?" he said, sarcastically. "And what are you?" inquired Catherine, gazing
57curiously on the speaker. "That man I've seen before. Is he your son?" She pointed to Hareton, the other individual, who
58had gained nothing but increased bulk and strength by the addition of two years to his age: he seemed as awkward and
59rough as ever. "Miss Cathy," I interrupted, "it will be three hours instead of one that we are out, presently. We really
60must go back." "No, that man is not my son," answered Heathcliff, pushing me aside. "But I have one, and you have seen
61him before too; and, though your nurse is in a hurry, I think both you and she would be the better for a little rest.
62Will you just turn this nab of heath, and walk into my house? You'll get home earlier for the ease; and you shall
63receive a kind welcome." I whispered Catherine that she mustn't, on any account, accede to the proposal: it was entirely
64out of the question. "Why?" she asked, aloud. "I'm tired of running, and the ground is dewy: I can't sit here. Let us
65go, Ellen. Besides, he says I have seen his son. He's mistaken, I think; but I guess where he lives: at the farmhouse I
66visited in coming from Penistone Crags. Don't you?" "I do. Come, Nelly, hold your tongue--it will be a treat for her to
67look in on us. Hareton, get forwards with the lass. You shall walk with me, Nelly."
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