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"
Wah
!
"
answered
Joseph
,
"
yon
dainty
chap
says
he
cannut
ate
'
em
.
But
I
guess
it
's
raight
!
His
mother
wer
just
soa
--
we
wer
a
'm
ost
too
mucky
to
sow
t
'
corn
for
makking
her
breead
.
"
"
Do
n't
mention
his
mother
to
me
,
"
said
the
master
angrily
.
"
Get
him
something
that
he
can
eat
,
that
's
all
.
What
is
his
usual
food
,
Nelly
?
"
I
suggested
boiled
milk
or
tea
;
and
the
housekeeper
received
instructions
to
prepare
some
.
Come
,
I
reflected
,
his
father
's
selfishness
may
contribute
to
his
comfort
.
He
perceives
his
delicate
constitution
,
and
the
necessity
of
treating
him
tolerably
.
I
'll
console
Mr.
Edgar
by
acquainting
him
with
the
turn
Heathcliff
's
humour
has
taken
.
Having
no
excuse
for
lingering
longer
I
slipped
out
,
while
Linton
was
engaged
in
timidly
rebuffing
the
advances
of
a
friendly
sheep-dog
But
he
was
too
much
on
the
alert
to
be
cheated
:
as
I
closed
the
door
,
I
heard
a
cry
,
and
a
frantic
repetition
of
the
words
:
"
Do
n't
leave
me
!
I
'll
not
stay
here
!
I
'll
not
stay
here
!
"
Then
the
latch
was
raised
and
fell
:
they
did
not
suffer
him
to
come
forth
.
I
mounted
Minny
,
and
urged
her
to
a
trot
;
and
so
my
brief
guardianship
ended
.
We
had
sad
work
with
little
Cathy
that
day
;
she
rose
in
high
glee
,
eager
to
join
her
cousin
,
and
such
passionate
tears
and
lamentations
followed
the
news
of
his
departure
,
that
Edgar
himself
was
obliged
to
soothe
her
,
by
affirming
he
should
come
back
soon
:
he
added
,
however
,
"
if
I
can
get
him
"
;
and
there
were
no
hopes
of
that
.
This
promise
poorly
pacified
her
:
but
time
was
more
potent
;
and
though
still
at
intervals
she
enquired
of
her
father
when
Linton
would
return
,
before
she
did
see
him
again
his
features
had
waxed
so
dim
in
her
memory
that
she
did
not
recognize
him
.
When
I
chanced
to
encounter
the
housekeeper
of
Wuthering
Heights
in
paying
business-visits
to
Gimmerton
,
I
used
to
ask
how
the
young
master
got
on
;
for
he
lived
almost
as
secluded
as
Catherine
herself
,
and
was
never
to
be
seen
.
I
could
gather
from
her
that
he
continued
in
weak
health
,
and
was
a
tiresome
inmate
.
She
said
Mr.
Heathcliff
seemed
to
dislike
him
ever
longer
and
worse
,
though
he
took
some
trouble
to
conceal
it
:
he
had
an
antipathy
to
the
sound
of
his
voice
,
and
could
not
do
at
all
with
his
sitting
in
the
same
room
with
him
many
minutes
together
.
There
seldom
passed
much
talk
between
them
:
Linton
learnt
his
lessons
and
spent
his
evenings
in
a
small
apartment
they
called
the
parlour
:
or
else
lay
in
bed
all
day
:
for
he
was
constantly
getting
coughs
,
and
colds
,
and
aches
,
and
pains
of
some
sort
.
"
And
I
never
knew
such
a
faint-hearted
creature
,
"
added
the
woman
;
"
nor
one
so
careful
of
hisseln
.
He
will
go
on
,
if
I
leave
the
window
open
a
bit
late
in
the
evening
.
Oh
!
it
's
killing
!
a
breath
of
night
air
!
And
he
must
have
a
fire
in
the
middle
of
summer
;
and
Joseph
's
bacca
pipe
is
poison
;
and
he
must
always
have
sweets
and
dainties
,
and
always
milk
,
milk
for
ever
--
heeding
naught
how
the
rest
of
us
are
pinched
in
winter
;
and
there
he
'll
sit
,
wrapped
in
his
furred
cloak
in
his
chair
by
the
fire
,
with
some
toast
and
water
or
other
slop
on
the
hob
to
sip
at
;
and
if
Hareton
,
for
pity
,
comes
to
amuse
him
--
Hareton
is
not
bad-natured
,
though
he
's
rough
--
they
're
sure
to
part
,
one
swearing
and
the
other
crying
.
I
believe
the
master
would
relish
Earnshaw
's
thrashing
him
to
a
mummy
,
if
he
were
not
his
son
;
and
I
'm
certain
he
would
be
fit
to
turn
him
out
of
doors
,
if
he
knew
half
the
nursing
he
gives
hisseln
.
But
then
,
he
wo
n't
go
into
danger
of
temptation
:
he
never
enters
the
parlour
,
and
should
Linton
show
those
ways
in
the
house
where
he
is
,
he
sends
him
upstairs
directly
.
"
