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"
Naughty
Ellen
!
"
exclaimed
Catherine
,
flying
to
attack
me
next
with
her
lavish
caresses
.
"
Wicked
Ellen
!
to
try
to
hinder
me
from
entering
.
But
I
'll
take
this
walk
every
morning
in
future
:
may
I
,
uncle
?
and
sometimes
bring
papa
.
Wo
n't
you
be
glad
to
see
us
?
"
"
Of
course
!
"
replied
the
uncle
,
with
a
hardly
suppressed
grimace
,
resulting
from
his
deep
aversion
to
both
the
proposed
visitors
.
"
But
stay
,
"
he
continued
,
turning
towards
the
young
lady
.
"
Now
I
think
of
it
,
I
'd
better
tell
you
.
Mr.
Linton
has
a
prejudice
against
me
:
we
quarrelled
at
one
time
of
our
lives
,
with
unchristian
ferocity
;
and
,
if
you
mention
coming
here
to
him
,
he
'll
put
a
veto
on
your
visits
altogether
.
Therefore
,
you
must
not
mention
it
,
unless
you
be
careless
of
seeing
your
cousin
hereafter
:
you
may
come
,
if
you
will
,
but
you
must
not
mention
it
.
"
"
Why
did
you
quarrel
?
"
asked
Catherine
,
considerably
crestfallen
.
"
He
thought
me
too
poor
to
wed
his
sister
,
"
answered
Heathcliff
,
"
and
was
grieved
that
I
got
her
:
his
pride
was
hurt
,
and
he
'll
never
forgive
it
.
"
"
That
's
wrong
!
"
said
the
young
lady
:
"
some
time
,
I
'll
tell
him
so
.
But
Linton
and
I
have
no
share
in
your
quarrel
.
I
'll
not
come
here
,
then
;
he
shall
come
to
the
Grange
.
"
"
It
will
be
too
far
for
me
,
"
murmured
her
cousin
:
"
to
walk
four
miles
would
kill
me
.
No
,
come
here
,
Miss
Catherine
,
now
and
then
:
not
every
morning
,
but
once
or
twice
a
week
.
"
The
father
launched
towards
his
son
a
glance
of
bitter
contempt
.
"
I
am
afraid
,
Nelly
,
I
shall
lose
my
labour
,
"
he
muttered
to
me
.
"
Miss
Catherine
,
as
the
ninny
calls
her
,
will
discover
his
value
,
and
send
him
to
the
devil
.
Now
if
it
had
been
Hareton
!
--
Do
you
know
that
,
twenty
times
a
day
,
I
covet
Hareton
,
with
all
his
degradation
?
I
'd
have
loved
the
lad
had
he
been
some
one
else
.
But
I
think
he
's
safe
from
her
love
.
I
'll
pit
him
against
that
paltry
creature
,
unless
it
bestir
itself
briskly
.
We
calculate
it
will
scarcely
last
till
it
is
eighteen
.
Oh
,
confound
the
vapid
thing
!
He
's
absorbed
in
drying
his
feet
,
and
never
looks
at
her
--
Linton
!
"
"
Yes
,
father
,
"
answered
the
boy
.
