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"I think I'll marry a dumb husband," said Mabel, "and there shan't be any heroes in my books when I write them, only a heroine. Come on, Cathy." Coming out of that cool, shadowy summer-house into the sunshine was like stepping into an oven, and the stone of the terrace was burning to the children's feet. "I know now what a cat on hot bricks feels like," said Jimmy.
"Dear old Cathy," she said to herself as she scrambled up to watch the heroine make her entrance, "she's a brick, a real brick I'll NEVER do anything I'd be ashamed to tell her about." "Hullo!" whispered Nancy; "come on over here and you can see better what's the matter?" "Why?" "Well, you look as if you'd had a small fortune left you." "I think I have," said Judith soberly but happily.
But I shall not return till this time next week; and I think your master himself would scarcely object to her visiting her cousin. 'Come in, said I, taking Cathy by the arm and half forcing her to re- enter; for she lingered, viewing with troubled eyes the features of the speaker, too stern to express his inward deceit.
Jimmy and Cathy peeped through the curtain and recoiled with white faces and staring eyes. "Not me!" was the brief rejoinder of Jimmy. Cathy said, "Not much!" And she meant it, anyone could see that. And now, as Gerald, almost free of the hearthrugs, broke his thumb-nail on the stiffest blade of his knife, a thick rustling and a sharp, heavy stumping sounded beyond the curtain.
Bullfinch had expressed his thanks and left, all three of the Martin children begged their mother to buy the parrot from Mr. Bullfinch. Jerry rashly promised all his allowance for May. Cathy wouldn't go as far as that but she would spare a dollar. And Andy trotted off for his piggy bank to contribute his pennies. "I better run after Mr.
'A companion! he cried; 'when she hates me, and does not think me fit to wipe her shoon! Nay, if it made me a king, I'd not be scorned for seeking her good-will any more. 'It is not I who hate you, it is you who hate me! wept Cathy, no longer disguising her trouble. 'You hate me as much as Mr. Heathcliff does, and more.
A movement of Catherine's relieved me a little presently: she put up her hand to clasp his neck, and bring her cheek to his as he held her; while he, in return, covering her with frantic caresses, said wildly 'You teach me now how cruel you've been cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this.
We had sad work with little Cathy that day: she rose in high glee, eager to join her cousin, and such passionate tears and lamentations followed the news of his departure that Edgar himself was obliged to soothe her, by affirming he should come back soon: he added, however, 'if I can get him'; and there were no hopes of that.
"And Cathy and Jimmy and Mademoiselle and Eliza, and the man who said 'Guy Fawkes, swelp me! and you, you saw them move you heard them call out. Are you sickening for anything?" "No or at least not for anything but information. Come, and I'll see you home." "Mabel lives at the Towers," said Gerald, as the stranger turned into the broad drive that leads to the big gate.
I obeyed, so far as to quit the chamber; when, ignorant where the narrow lobbies led, I stood still, and was witness, involuntarily, to a piece of superstition on the part of my landlord which belied, oddly, his apparent sense. He got on to the bed, and wrenched open the lattice, bursting, as he pulled at it, into an uncontrollable passion of tears. 'Come in! come in! he sobbed. 'Cathy, do come.
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