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"
'
I
beg
your
pardon
,
'
I
replied
.
'
But
I
loved
Catherine
too
;
and
her
brother
requires
attendance
,
which
,
for
her
sake
,
I
shall
supply
.
Now
that
she
's
dead
,
I
see
her
in
Hindley
:
Hindley
has
exactly
her
eyes
,
if
you
had
not
tried
to
gouge
them
out
,
and
made
them
black
and
red
;
and
her
-
'
"
'
Get
up
,
wretched
idiot
,
before
I
stamp
you
to
death
!
'
he
cried
,
making
a
movement
that
caused
me
to
make
one
also
.
"
'
But
then
,
'
I
continued
,
holding
myself
ready
to
flee
;
'
if
poor
Catherine
had
trusted
you
,
and
assumed
the
ridiculous
,
contemptible
,
degrading
title
of
Mrs.
Heathcliff
,
she
would
soon
have
presented
a
similar
picture
!
She
would
n't
have
borne
your
abominable
behaviour
quietly
:
her
detestation
and
disgust
must
have
found
voice
.
'
"
The
back
of
the
settle
and
Earnshaw
's
person
interposed
between
me
and
him
:
so
instead
of
endeavouring
to
reach
me
,
he
snatched
a
dinner
knife
from
the
table
and
flung
it
at
my
head
.
It
struck
beneath
my
ear
,
and
stopped
the
sentence
I
was
uttering
;
but
,
pulling
it
out
,
I
sprang
to
the
door
and
delivered
another
;
which
I
hope
went
a
little
deeper
than
his
missile
.
The
last
glimpse
I
caught
of
him
was
a
furious
rush
on
his
part
,
checked
by
the
embrace
of
his
host
;
and
both
fell
locked
together
on
the
hearth
.
In
my
flight
through
the
kitchen
I
bid
Joseph
speed
to
his
master
;
I
knocked
over
Hareton
,
who
was
hanging
a
litter
of
puppies
from
a
chair-back
in
the
doorway
;
and
,
blest
as
a
soul
escaped
from
purgatory
,
I
bounded
,
leaped
,
and
flew
down
the
steep
road
;
then
,
quitting
its
windings
,
shot
direct
across
the
moor
,
rolling
over
banks
,
and
wading
through
marshes
:
precipitating
myself
,
in
fact
,
towards
the
beacon
light
of
the
Grange
.
And
far
rather
would
I
be
condemned
to
a
perpetual
dwelling
in
the
infernal
regions
,
than
,
even
for
one
night
,
abide
beneath
the
roof
of
Wuthering
Heights
again
.
"
Isabella
ceased
speaking
,
and
took
a
drink
of
tea
;
then
she
rose
,
and
bidding
me
put
on
her
bonnet
,
and
a
great
shawl
I
had
brought
,
and
turning
a
deaf
ear
to
my
entreaties
for
her
to
remain
another
hour
,
she
stepped
on
to
a
chair
,
kissed
Edgar
's
and
Catherine
's
portraits
,
bestowed
a
similar
salute
on
me
,
and
descended
to
the
carriage
,
accompanied
by
Fanny
,
who
yelped
wild
with
joy
at
recovering
her
mistress
.
She
was
driven
away
,
never
to
revisit
this
neighbourhood
:
but
a
regular
correspondence
was
established
between
her
and
my
master
when
things
were
more
settled
.
I
believe
her
new
abode
was
in
the
south
,
near
London
;
there
she
had
a
son
born
,
a
few
months
subsequent
to
her
escape
.
He
was
christened
Linton
,
and
,
from
the
first
,
she
reported
him
to
be
an
ailing
,
peevish
creature
.
Mr.
Heathcliff
,
meeting
me
one
day
in
the
village
,
enquired
where
she
lived
.
I
refused
to
tell
.
He
remarked
that
it
was
not
of
any
moment
,
only
she
must
beware
of
coming
to
her
brother
:
she
should
not
be
with
him
,
if
he
had
to
keep
her
himself
.
Though
I
would
give
no
information
,
he
discovered
,
through
some
of
the
other
servants
,
both
her
place
of
residence
and
the
existence
of
the
child
.
Still
he
did
n't
molest
her
:
for
which
forbearance
she
might
thank
his
aversion
,
I
suppose
.
He
often
asked
about
the
infant
,
when
he
saw
me
;
and
on
hearing
its
name
,
smiled
grimly
,
and
observed
:
"
They
wish
me
to
hate
it
too
,
do
they
?
"
"
I
do
n't
think
they
wish
you
to
know
anything
about
it
,
"
I
answered
.
