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"
There
,
Miss
Cathy
!
you
see
you
have
got
into
pretty
company
,
"
I
interposed
.
"
Nice
words
to
be
used
to
a
young
lady
!
pray
do
n't
begin
to
dispute
with
him
.
Come
,
let
us
seek
for
Minny
ourselves
,
and
begone
.
"
"
But
,
Ellen
,
"
cried
she
,
staring
,
fixed
in
astonishment
,
"
how
dare
he
speak
so
to
me
?
Must
n't
he
be
made
to
do
as
I
ask
him
?
You
wicked
creature
,
I
shall
tell
papa
what
you
said
.
--
Now
,
then
!
"
Hareton
did
not
appear
to
feel
this
threat
;
so
the
tears
sprang
into
her
eyes
with
indignation
.
"
You
bring
the
pony
,
"
she
exclaimed
,
turning
to
the
woman
,
"
and
let
my
dog
free
this
moment
!
"
"
Softly
,
miss
,
"
answered
she
addressed
:
"
you
'll
lose
nothing
by
being
civil
.
Though
Mr.
Hareton
,
there
,
be
not
the
master
's
son
,
he
's
your
cousin
;
and
I
was
never
hired
to
serve
you
.
"
"
He
my
cousin
!
"
cried
Cathy
,
with
a
scornful
laugh
.
"
Yes
,
indeed
,
"
responded
her
reprover
.
"
Oh
,
Ellen
!
do
n't
let
them
say
such
things
,
"
she
pursued
,
in
great
trouble
.
"
Papa
is
gone
to
fetch
my
cousin
from
London
:
my
cousin
is
a
gentleman
's
son
.
That
my
"
--
she
stopped
,
and
wept
outright
;
upset
at
the
bare
mention
of
relationship
with
such
a
clown
.
"
Hush
,
hush
!
"
I
whispered
,
"
people
can
have
many
cousins
,
and
of
all
sorts
,
Miss
Cathy
,
without
being
any
the
worse
for
it
;
only
they
need
n't
keep
their
company
,
if
they
be
disagreeable
and
bad
.
"
"
He
's
not
--
he
's
not
my
cousin
,
Ellen
!
"
she
went
on
,
gathering
fresh
grief
from
reflection
,
and
flinging
herself
into
my
arms
for
refuge
from
the
idea
.
