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1On the fifth morning, or rather afternoon, a different step approached--lighter and shorter; and, this time, the person
2entered the room. It was Zillah; donned in her scarlet shawl, with a black silk bonnet on her head, and a willow-basket
3swung to her arm. "Eh, dear! Mrs. Dean!" she exclaimed. "Well! there is a talk about you at Gimmerton. I never thought
4but you were sunk in the Blackhorse marsh, and missy with you, till master told me you'd been found, and he'd lodged you
5here! What! and you must have got on an island, sure? And how long were you in the hole? Did master save you, Mrs. Dean?
6But you're not so thin--you've not been so poorly, have you?" "Your master is a true scoundrel!" I replied. "But he
7shall answer for it. He needn't have raised that tale: it shall all be laid bare!" "What do you mean?" asked Zillah.
8"It's not his tale: they tell that in the village--about your being lost in the marsh; and I calls to Earnshaw, when I
9come in--'Eh, they's queer things, Mr. Hareton, happened since I went off. It's a sad pity of that likely young lass,
10and cant Nelly Dean.' He stared. I thought he had not heard aught, so I told him the rumour. The master listened, and he
11just smiled to himself, and said, 'If they have been in the marsh, they are out now, Zillah. Nelly Dean is lodged, at
12this minute, in your room. You can tell her to flit, when you go up; here is the key. The bog-water got into her head,
13and she would have run home quite flighty, but I fixed her till she came round to her senses. You can bid her go to the
14Grange at once, if she be able, and carry a message from me, that her young lady will follow in time to attend the
15squire's funeral.'" "Mr. Edgar is not dead?" I gasped. "Oh! Zillah, Zillah!" "No, no; sit you down, my good mistress,"
16she replied; "you're right sickly yet. He's not dead; Doctor Kenneth thinks he may last another day. I met him on the
17road and asked." Instead of sitting down, I snatched my outdoor things, and hastened below, for the way was free. On
18entering the house, I looked about for some one to give information of Catherine. The place was filled with sunshine,
19and the door stood wide open; but nobody seemed at hand. As I hesitated whether to go off at once, or return and seek my
20mistress, a slight cough drew my attention to the hearth. Linton lay on the settle, sole tenant, sucking a stick of
21sugar-candy, and pursuing my movements with apathetic eyes. "Where is Miss Catherine?" I demanded sternly, supposing I
22could frighten him into giving intelligence, by catching him thus, alone. He sucked on like an innocent. "Is she gone?"
23I said. "No," he replied; "she's upstairs: she's not to go; we won't let her." "You won't let her, little idiot!" I
24exclaimed. "Direct me to her room immediately, or I'll make you sing out sharply." "Papa would make you sing out, if you
25attempted to get there," he answered. "He says I'm not to be soft with Catherine: she's my wife, and it's shameful that
26she should wish to leave me. He says she hates me and wants me to die, that she may have my money; but she shan't have
27it: and she shan't go home! She never shall!--she may cry, and be sick as much as she pleases!" He resumed his former
28occupation, closing his lids, as if he meant to drop asleep. "Master Heathcliff," I resumed, "have you forgotten all
29Catherine's kindness to you last winter, when you affirmed you loved her, and when she brought you books and sung you
30songs, and came many a time through wind and snow to see you? She wept to miss one evening, because you would be
31disappointed; and you felt then that she was a hundred times too good to you: and now you believe the lies your father
32tells, though you know he detests you both. And you join him against her. That's fine gratitude, is it not?" The corner
33of Linton's mouth fell, and he took the sugar-candy from his lips. "Did she come to Wuthering Heights because she hated
34you?" I continued. "Think for yourself! As to your money, she does not even know that you will have any. And you say
35she's sick; and yet you leave her alone, up there in a strange house! You who have felt what it is to be so neglected!
36You could pity your own sufferings; and she pitied them, too; but you won't pity hers! I shed tears, Master Heathcliff,
37you see--an elderly woman, and a servant merely--and you, after pretending such affection, and having reason to worship
38her almost, store every tear you have for yourself, and lie there quite at ease. Ah! you're a heartless, selfish boy!"
39"I can't stay with her," he answered crossly. "I'll not stay by myself. She cries so I can't bear it. And she won't give
40over, though I say I'll call my father. I did call him once, and he threatened to strangle her if she was not quiet; but
41she began again the instant he left the room, moaning and grieving all night long, though I screamed for vexation that I
42couldn't sleep." "Is Mr. Heathcliff out?" I inquired, perceiving that the wretched creature had no power to sympathise
43with his cousin's mental tortures. "He's in the court," he replied, "talking to Doctor Kenneth; who says uncle is dying,
44truly, at last. I'm glad, for I shall be master of the Grange after him. Catherine always spoke of it as her house. It
45isn't hers! It's mine: papa says everything she has is mine. All her nice books are mine; she offered to give me them,
46and her pretty birds, and her pony Minny, if I would get the key of our room, and let her out; but I told her she had
47nothing to give, they were all, all mine. And then she cried, and took a little picture from her neck, and said I should
48have that; two pictures in a gold case, on one side her mother, and on the other uncle, when they were young. That was
49yesterday--I said they were mine, too; and tried to get them from her. The spiteful thing wouldn't let me: she pushed me
50off, and hurt me. I shrieked out--that frightens her--she heard papa coming, and she broke the hinges and divided the
51case, and gave me her mother's portrait; the other she attempted to hide: but papa asked what was the matter, and I
52explained it. He took the one I had away, and ordered her to resign hers to me; she refused, and he--he struck her down,
53and wrenched it off the chain, and crushed it with his foot." "And were you pleased to see her struck?" I asked: having
54my designs in encouraging his talk. "I winked," he answered: "I wink to see my father strike a dog or a horse, he does
55it so hard. Yet I was glad at first--she deserved punishing for pushing me: but when papa was gone, she made me come to
56the window and showed me her cheek cut on the inside, against her teeth, and her mouth filling with blood; and then she
57gathered up the bits of the picture, and went and sat down with her face to the wall, and she has never spoken to me
58since: and I sometimes think she can't speak for pain. I don't like to think so; but she's a naughty thing for crying
59continually; and she looks so pale and wild, I'm afraid of her." "And you can get the key if you choose?" I said. "Yes,
60when I am upstairs," he answered; "but I can't walk upstairs now." "In what apartment is it?" I asked. "Oh," he cried,
61"I shan't tell you where it is. It is our secret. Nobody, neither Hareton nor Zillah, is to know. There! you've tired
62me--go away, go away!" And he turned his face on to his arm, and shut his eyes again.
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