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"
God
!
what
a
beauty
!
what
a
lovely
,
charming
thing
!
"
he
exclaimed
.
"
Have
n't
they
reared
it
on
snails
and
sour
milk
,
Nelly
?
Oh
,
damn
my
soul
!
but
that
's
worse
than
I
expected
--
and
the
devil
knows
I
was
not
sanguine
!
"
I
bid
the
trembling
and
bewildered
child
get
down
,
and
enter
.
He
did
not
thoroughly
comprehend
the
meaning
of
his
father
's
speech
,
or
whether
it
were
intended
for
him
:
indeed
,
he
was
not
yet
certain
that
the
grim
,
sneering
stranger
was
his
father
.
But
he
clung
to
me
with
growing
trepidation
;
and
on
Mr.
Heathcliff
's
taking
a
seat
and
bidding
him
"
come
hither
,
"
he
hid
his
face
on
my
shoulder
and
wept
.
"
Tut
,
tut
!
"
said
Heathcliff
,
stretching
out
a
hand
and
dragging
him
roughly
between
his
knees
,
and
then
holding
up
his
head
by
the
chin
.
"
None
of
that
nonsense
!
We
're
not
going
to
hurt
thee
,
Linton
--
is
n't
that
thy
name
?
Thou
art
thy
mother
's
child
,
entirely
!
Where
is
my
share
in
thee
,
puling
chicken
?
"
He
took
off
the
boy
's
cap
and
pushed
back
his
thick
flaxen
curls
,
felt
his
slender
arms
and
his
small
fingers
;
during
which
examination
,
Linton
ceased
crying
,
and
lifted
his
great
blue
eyes
to
inspect
the
inspector
.
"
Do
you
know
me
?
"
asked
Heathcliff
,
having
satisfied
himself
that
the
limbs
were
all
equally
frail
and
feeble
.
"
No
,
"
said
Linton
,
with
a
gaze
of
vacant
fear
.
"
You
've
heard
of
me
,
I
dare
say
?
"
"
No
,
"
he
replied
again
.
"
No
!
What
a
shame
of
your
mother
,
never
to
waken
your
filial
regard
for
me
!
You
are
my
son
,
then
,
I
'll
tell
you
;
and
your
mother
was
a
wicked
slut
to
leave
you
in
ignorance
of
the
sort
of
father
you
possessed
.
Now
,
do
n't
wince
,
and
colour
up
!
Though
it
is
something
to
see
you
have
not
white
blood
.
Be
a
good
lad
;
and
I
'll
do
for
you
.
Nelly
,
if
you
be
tired
you
may
sit
down
;
if
not
,
get
home
again
.
I
guess
you
'll
report
what
you
hear
and
see
to
the
cipher
at
the
Grange
;
and
this
thing
wo
n't
be
settled
while
you
linger
about
it
.
"
