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Hindley Earnshaw drank himself to death about the same time, after mortgaging every yard of his land for cash; and Heathcliff was the mortgagee. So Hareton Earnshaw, who should have been the first gentleman in the neighbourhood, was reduced to dependence on his father's enemy, in whose house he lived, ignorant that he had been wronged. The motives of Heathcliff now became clear.
They are loaded with round shot to keep a vessel from approaching, though of course they could fire grape into any boats they saw coming in. "'This does not seem an easy business by any means, Mr. Earnshaw, the captain said. "'It does not, sir, the lieutenant agreed in a dubisome sort of way; 'but no doubt it can be done, sir no doubt it can be done. "'Yes, but how? the captain asked.
Earnshaw and his companions she kept aloof; and tutored by Kenneth, and serious threats of a fit that often attended her rages, her brother allowed her whatever she pleased to demand, and generally avoided aggravating her fiery temper.
In the first place, he had by that time lost the benefit of his early education: continual hard work, begun soon and concluded late, had extinguished any curiosity he once possessed in pursuit of knowledge, and any love for books or learning. His childhood's sense of superiority, instilled into him by the favours of old Mr. Earnshaw, was faded away.
Heathcliff: perhaps you have never remarked that their eyes are precisely similar, and they are those of Catherine Earnshaw. The present Catherine has no other likeness to her, except a breadth of forehead, and a certain arch of the nostril that makes her appear rather haughty, whether she will or not.
It was difficult; for in his degradation he had a certain likeness in unlikeness to the degraded Heathcliff. It was Heathcliff's indomitable will that raised him. Hareton cannot rise without a woman's hand to help him. The younger Catherine again was difficult, because of her likeness to her mother. Her temper, her vanity, her headstrong trickiness are Catherine Earnshaw.
In vapid listlessness I leant my head against the window, and continued spelling over Catherine Earnshaw Heathcliff Linton, till my eyes closed; but they had not rested five minutes when a glare of white letters started from the dark, as vivid as spectres the air swarmed with Catherines; and rousing myself to dispel the obtrusive name, I discovered my candle-wick reclining on one of the antique volumes, and perfuming the place with an odour of roasted calf-skin.
Dean to bring her sewing, and continue the story. This she did, evidently pleased to find me companionable. II. The Story Runs Backward Hindley Earnshaw, that was Hareton's father, and I used to run errands and play with the children. One day, old Mr. Earnshaw, Hareton's grandfather, went to Liverpool, and promised Hindley and Cathy, his son and daughter, to bring each of them a present.
I can read yon, now." "Wonderful," I exclaimed. "Pray let us hear you you are grown clever!" 'He spelt, and drawled over by syllables, the name "Hareton Earnshaw." "And the figures?" I cried, encouragingly, perceiving that he came to a dead halt. "I cannot tell them yet," he answered. "Oh, you dunce!" I said, laughing heartily at his failure.
I can hardly understand him, I'm sure! Linton repeated his laugh, and glanced at Hareton tauntingly; who certainly did not seem quite clear of comprehension at that moment. 'There's nothing the matter but laziness; is there, Earnshaw? he said. 'My cousin fancies you are an idiot. There you experience the consequence of scorning "book-larning," as you would say.
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