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I'd not care one moment for Linton being Heathcliff's son; nor for his taking her from me, if he could console her for my loss. I'd not care that Heathcliff gained his ends, and triumphed in robbing me of my last blessing! But should Linton be unworthy only a feeble tool to his father I cannot abandon her to him!
'But Maister Hareton nivir ate naught else, when he wer a little 'un; and what wer gooid enough for him's gooid enough for ye, I's rayther think! 'I sha'n't eat it! answered Linton, snappishly. 'Take it away. Joseph snatched up the food indignantly, and brought it to us. 'Is there aught ails th' victuals? he asked, thrusting the tray under Heathcliff's nose. 'What should ail them? he said.
I sought, and soon discovered, the three headstones on the slope next the moor the middle one, gray, and half buried in the heath Edgar Linton's only harmonized by the turf and moss creeping up its foot Heathcliff's still bare.
'The Lord help us! he soliloquised in an undertone of peevish displeasure, while relieving me of my horse: looking, meantime, in my face so sourly that I charitably conjectured he must have need of divine aid to digest his dinner, and his pious ejaculation had no reference to my unexpected advent. Wuthering Heights is the name of Mr. Heathcliff's dwelling.
'And nip up the corner of your apron: I'm certain you'll need it. 'Not Mr. Heathcliff, surely? I exclaimed. 'What! would you have tears for him? said the doctor. 'No, Heathcliff's a tough young fellow: he looks blooming to-day. I've just seen him. He's rapidly regaining flesh since he lost his better half. 'Who is it, then, Mr. Kenneth? I repeated impatiently. 'Hindley Earnshaw!
It was too irksome to lie up there, harassing my brain with a hundred idle misgivings. I distinguished Mr. Heathcliff's step, restlessly measuring the floor; and he frequently broke the silence by a deep inspiration, resembling a groan.
I had half a mind to spend it by my study fire, instead of wading through heath and mud to Wuthering Heights. This spectacle drove me back immediately; I took my hat, and, after a four-miles' walk, arrived at Heathcliff's garden-gate just in time to escape the first feathery flakes of a snow-shower.
At last, he said, in a half-whisper, plainly not expecting an answer, 'Is any one here? I considered it best to confess my presence; for I knew Heathcliff's accents, and feared he might search further, if I kept quiet. With this intention, I turned and opened the panels. I shall not soon forget the effect my action produced.
'Have you found Heathcliff, you ass? interrupted Catherine. 'Have you been looking for him, as I ordered? 'I sud more likker look for th' horse, he replied. 'It 'ud be to more sense. Bud I can look for norther horse nur man of a neeght loike this as black as t' chimbley! und Heathcliff's noan t' chap to coom at my whistle happen he'll be less hard o' hearing wi' ye!
Lockwood, it was easy enough to win Mrs. Heathcliff's heart. But now, I'm glad you did not try. The crown of all my wishes will be the union of those two. I shall envy no one on their wedding day: there won't be a happier woman than myself in England!
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