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'In that case I'll take measures to secure you, woman! exclaimed Heathcliff; 'you shall not leave Wuthering Heights till to-morrow morning. It is a foolish story to assert that Catherine could not bear to see me; and as to surprising her, I don't desire it: you must prepare her ask her if I may come. You say she never mentions my name, and that I am never mentioned to her.
"'No use, she seems to be saying, 'in waiting for the children of evil parents to grow, of their own will and unassisted, straight and noble. The very quality of their will is as inherited as their eyes and hair. Heathcliff is no fiend or goblin; the untrained, doomed child of some half-savage sailor's holiday, violent and treacherous.
"'There's Heathcliff and a woman, yonder, under t' Nab, he blubbered, 'un' I darnut pass 'em." It is there, the end, in one line, charged with the vibration of the supernatural. One line that carries the suggestion of I know not what ghostly and immaterial passion and its unearthly satisfaction. And this book stands alone, absolutely self-begotten and self-born.
'Get away, now; he'll return with a brace of pistols and half-a-dozen assistants. If he did overhear us, of course he'd never forgive you. You've played me an ill turn, Heathcliff! But go make haste! I'd rather see Edgar at bay than you. 'Do you suppose I'm going with that blow burning in my gullet? he thundered. 'By hell, no!
And she noticed the man Heathcliff it was, she felt certain: nob'dy could mistake him, besides put a sovereign in her father's hand for payment. The lady had a cloak about her face; but having desired a sup of water, while she drank it fell back, and she saw her very plain.
Heathcliff had gone to loose the beast, and shift it to his own stall; he was passing behind it, when Hindley finished his speech by knocking him under its feet, and without stopping to examine whether his hopes were fulfilled, ran away as fast as he could.
'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.
Heathcliff stayed to speak to him, and I entered the kitchen a dingy, untidy hole; I daresay you would not know it, it is so changed since it was in your charge. By the fire stood a ruffianly child, strong in limb and dirty in garb, with a look of Catherine in his eyes and about his mouth. 'This is Edgar's legal nephew, I reflected 'mine in a manner; I must shake hands, and yes I must kiss him.
I questioned with myself where must I turn for comfort? and mind you don't tell Edgar, or Catherine above every sorrow beside, this rose pre- eminent: despair at finding nobody who could or would be my ally against Heathcliff!
I have not written my will yet; and how to leave my property I cannot determine. I wish I could annihilate it from the face of the earth. 'I would not talk so, Mr. Heathcliff, I interposed. 'Let your will be a while: you'll be spared to repent of your many injustices yet!
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