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1The rainy night had ushered in a misty morning--half frost, half drizzle--and temporary brooks crossed our
2path--gurgling from the uplands. My feet were thoroughly wetted; I was cross and low; exactly the humour suited for
3making the most of these disagreeable things. We entered the farm-house by the kitchen way, to ascertain whether Mr.
4Heathcliff were really absent: because I put slight faith in his own affirmation. Joseph seemed sitting in a sort of
5elysium alone, beside a roaring fire; a quart of ale on the table near him, bristling with large pieces of toasted
6oat-cake; and his black, short pipe in his mouth. Catherine ran to the hearth to warm herself. I asked if the master was
7in? My question remained so long unanswered, that I thought the old man had grown deaf, and repeated it louder.
8"Na--ay!" he snarled, or rather screamed through his nose. "Na--ay! yah muh goa back whear yah coom frough." "Joseph!"
9cried a peevish voice, simultaneously with me, from the inner room. "How often am I to call you? There are only a few
10red ashes now. Joseph! come this moment." Vigorous puffs, and a resolute stare into the grate, declared he had no ear
11for this appeal. The housekeeper and Hareton were invisible; one gone on an errand, and the other at his work, probably.
12We knew Linton's tones, and entered. "Oh, I hope you'll die in a garret, starved to death!" said the boy, mistaking our
13approach for that of his negligent attendant. He stopped on observing his error: his cousin flew to him. "Is that you,
14Miss Linton?" he said, raising his head from the arm of the great chair, in which he reclined. "No--don't kiss me: it
15takes my breath. Dear me! Papa said you would call," continued he, after recovering a little from Catherine's embrace;
16while she stood by looking very contrite. "Will you shut the door, if you please? you left it open; and those--those
17detestable creatures won't bring coals to the fire. It's so cold!" I stirred up the cinders, and fetched a scuttleful
18myself. The invalid complained of being covered with ashes; but he had a tiresome cough, and looked feverish and ill, so
19I did not rebuke his temper. "Well, Linton," murmured Catherine, when his corrugated brow relaxed, "are you glad to see
20me? Can I do you any good?" "Why didn't you come before?" he asked. "You should have come, instead of writing. It tired
21me dreadfully writing those long letters. I'd far rather have talked to you. Now, I can neither bear to talk, nor
22anything else. I wonder where Zillah is! Will you" (looking at me) "step into the kitchen and see?" I had received no
23thanks for my other service; and being unwilling to run to and fro at his behest, I replied-- "Nobody is out there but
24Joseph." "I want to drink," he exclaimed fretfully, turning away. "Zillah is constantly gadding off to Gimmerton since
25papa went: it's miserable! And I'm obliged to come down here--they resolved never to hear me upstairs." "Is your father
26attentive to you, Master Heathcliff?" I asked, perceiving Catherine to be checked in her friendly advances. "Attentive?
27He makes them a little more attentive at least," he cried. "The wretches! Do you know, Miss Linton, that brute Hareton
28laughs at me! I hate him! indeed, I hate them all: they are odious beings." Cathy began searching for some water; she
29lighted on a pitcher in the dresser, filled a tumbler, and brought it. He bid her add a spoonful of wine from a bottle
30on the table; and having swallowed a small portion, appeared more tranquil, and said she was very kind. "And are you
31glad to see me?" asked she, reiterating her former question, and pleased to detect the faint dawn of a smile. "Yes, I
32am. It's something new to hear a voice like yours!" he replied. "But I have been vexed, because you wouldn't come. And
33papa swore it was owing to me: he called me a pitiful, shuffling, worthless thing; and said you despised me; and if he
34had been in my place, he would be more the master of the Grange than your father by this time. But you don't despise me,
35do you, Miss--?" "I wish you would say Catherine, or Cathy," interrupted my young lady. "Despise you? No! Next to papa
36and Ellen, I love you better than anybody living. I don't love Mr. Heathcliff, though; and I dare not come when he
37returns: will he stay away many days?" "Not many," answered Linton; "but he goes on to the moors frequently, since the
38shooting season commenced; and you might spend an hour or two with me in his absence. Do say you will. I think I should
39not be peevish with you: you'd not provoke me, and you'd always be ready to help me, wouldn't you?" "Yes," said
40Catherine, stroking his long soft hair, "if I could only get papa's consent, I'd spend half my time with you. Pretty
41Linton! I wish you were my brother." "And then you would like me as well as your father?" observed he, more cheerfully.
42"But papa says you would love me better than him and all the world, if you were my wife; so I'd rather you were that."
43"No, I should never love anybody better than papa," she returned gravely. "And people hate their wives, sometimes; but
44not their sisters and brothers: and if you were the latter, you would live with us, and papa would be as fond of you as
45he is of me." Linton denied that people ever hated their wives; but Cathy affirmed they did, and, in her wisdom,
46instanced his own father's aversion to her aunt. I endeavoured to stop her thoughtless tongue. I couldn't succeed till
47everything she knew was out. Master Heathcliff, much irritated, asserted her relation was false. "Papa told me; and papa
48does not tell falsehoods," she answered pertly. "My papa scorns yours!" cried Linton. "He calls him a sneaking fool."
49"Yours is a wicked man," retorted Catherine; "and you are very naughty to dare to repeat what he says. He must be wicked
50to have made Aunt Isabella leave him as she did." "She didn't leave him," said the boy; "you sha'n't contradict me."
51"She did," cried my young lady. "Well, I'll tell you something!" said Linton. "Your mother hated your father: now then."
52"Oh!" exclaimed Catherine, too enraged to continue. "And she loved mine," added he. "You little liar! I hate you now!"
53she panted, and her face grew red with passion. "She did! she did!" sang Linton, sinking into the recess of his chair,
54and leaning back his head to enjoy the agitation of the other disputant, who stood behind. "Hush, Master Heathcliff!" I
55said; "that's your father's tale, too, I suppose." "It isn't: you hold your tongue!" he answered. "She did, she did,
56Catherine! she did, she did!" Cathy, beside herself, gave the chair a violent push, and caused him to fall against one
57arm. He was immediately seized by a suffocating cough that soon ended his triumph. It lasted so long that it frightened
58even me. As to his cousin, she wept with all her might, aghast at the mischief she had done: though she said nothing. I
59held him till the fit exhausted itself. Then he thrust me away, and leant his head down silently. Catherine quelled her
60lamentations also, took a seat opposite, and looked solemnly into the fire. "How do you feel now, Master Heathcliff?" I
61inquired, after waiting ten minutes. "I wish she felt as I do," he replied: "spiteful, cruel thing! Hareton never
62touches me: he never struck me in his life. And I was better to-day: and there--" his voice died in a whimper. "I didn't
63strike you!" muttered Cathy, chewing her lip to prevent another burst of emotion. He sighed and moaned like one under
64great suffering, and kept it up for a quarter of an hour; on purpose to distress his cousin apparently, for whenever he
65caught a stifled sob from her he put renewed pain and pathos into the inflexions of his voice. "I'm sorry I hurt you,
66Linton," she said at length, racked beyond endurance. "But I couldn't have been hurt by that little push, and I had no
67idea that you could, either: you're not much, are you, Linton? Don't let me go home thinking I've done you harm. Answer!
68speak to me." "I can't speak to you," he murmured; "you've hurt me so that I shall lie awake all night choking with this
69cough. If you had it you'd know what it was; but you'll be comfortably asleep while I'm in agony, and nobody near me. I
70wonder how you would like to pass those fearful nights!" And he began to wail aloud, for very pity of himself.
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