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'I wish she felt as I do, he replied: 'spiteful, cruel thing! Hareton never touches 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 strike you! muttered Cathy, chewing her lip to prevent another burst of emotion.
Linton, and, unless he allow it, the intimacy with your cousin must not be revived. 'It has been revived, muttered Cathy, sulkily. 'Must not be continued, then, I said. 'We'll see, was her reply, and she set off at a gallop, leaving me to toil in the rear.
'How must I arrange it, then? she asked despairingly. He twined himself up to her, as she half knelt by the settle, and converted her shoulder into a support. 'No, that won't do, I said. 'You'll be content with the cushion, Master Heathcliff. Miss has wasted too much time on you already: we cannot remain five minutes longer. 'Yes, yes, we can! replied Cathy. 'He's good and patient now.
I shall not bear it! And he would have broken from the circle, but Miss Cathy seized him again. 'I did not mean to laugh at you, she said; 'I could not hinder myself: Heathcliff, shake hands at least! What are you sulky for? It was only that you looked odd. If you wash your face and brush your hair, it will be all right: but you are so dirty!
But in the spirit of "better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathy" the miseries that belong to the poetic temperament are better than the pleasures that go with its opposite.
Have you read the bulletin-board this morning?" called Cathy Fair, as she caught up with Patty on the way home from a third-hour recitation. "No," said Patty; "I think it's a bad habit. You see too many unpleasant things there." "Well, there's certainly an unpleasant one to-day. Miss Skelling wishes the Old English class to be provided with writing materials this afternoon."
I wouldn't be surprised if you found her somewhere with her nose in a book. Tell her to come and peel the apples for me." Jerry was glad to get away from his mother just then. It was not hard to find Cathy. She was on the window seat in the living room. Jerry could see the book jacket of the book she was reading.
Also, he was sure, to check up on what he was doing. "Cathy!" cried Jerry. "There's a great big spider crawling up your left leg." Cathy did not let a yip out of her. "You can't April-fool me that easy," she said in a superior-sounding way that irritated Jerry. Lately he and his twin often irritated each other.
'Put that hat on, and home at once, said I. 'I'm dreadfully grieved at you, Miss Cathy: you've done extremely wrong! It's no use pouting and crying: that won't repay the trouble I've had, scouring the country after you. To think how Mr. Linton charged me to keep you in; and you stealing off so! It shows you are a cunning little fox, and nobody will put faith in you any more.
It was beyond Jerry why Cathy should be pleased to waste good playing time in town buying a dress. She didn't used to be that way. She used to complain bitterly about having to change from blue jeans into a dress. She still liked wearing jeans, yet there came a shine in her eyes at even the mention of buying a new dress. Mummy said that eleven-going-on-twelve was getting to be a young lady.
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