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"
Ca
n't
read
it
?
"
cried
Catherine
;
"
I
can
read
it
:
it
's
English
.
But
I
want
to
know
why
it
is
there
.
"
Linton
giggled
:
the
first
appearance
of
mirth
he
had
exhibited
.
"
He
does
not
know
his
letters
,
"
he
said
to
his
cousin
.
"
Could
you
believe
in
the
existence
of
such
a
colossal
dunce
?
"
"
Is
he
all
as
he
should
be
?
"
asked
Miss
Cathy
seriously
;
"
or
is
he
simple
:
not
right
?
I
've
questioned
him
twice
now
,
and
each
time
he
looked
so
stupid
I
think
he
does
not
understand
me
.
I
can
hardly
understand
him
,
I
'm
sure
!
"
Linton
repeated
his
laugh
,
and
glanced
at
Hareton
tauntingly
;
who
certainly
did
not
seem
quite
clear
of
comprehension
at
that
moment
.
"
There
's
nothing
the
matter
but
laziness
;
is
there
,
Earnshaw
?
"
he
said
.
"
My
cousin
fancies
you
are
an
idiot
.
There
you
experience
the
consequences
of
scorning
'
book-larning
,
'
as
you
would
say
.
Have
you
noticed
,
Catherine
,
his
frightful
Yorkshire
pronunciation
?
"
"
Why
,
where
the
devil
is
the
use
o
n't
?
"
growled
Hareton
,
more
ready
in
answering
his
daily
companion
.
He
was
about
to
enlarge
further
,
but
the
two
youngsters
broke
into
a
noisy
fit
of
merriment
;
my
giddy
miss
being
delighted
to
discover
that
she
might
turn
his
strange
talk
to
matter
of
amusement
.
"
Where
is
the
use
of
the
devil
in
that
sentence
?
"
tittered
Linton
.
"
papa
told
you
not
to
say
any
bad
words
,
and
you
ca
n't
open
your
mouth
without
one
.
Do
try
to
behave
like
a
gentleman
,
now
do
!
"
"
If
you
were
n't
more
a
lass
than
a
lad
,
I
'd
fell
thee
this
minute
,
I
would
;
pitiful
lath
of
a
crater
!
"
retorted
the
angry
boor
,
retreating
,
while
his
face
burnt
with
mingled
rage
and
mortification
;
for
he
was
conscious
of
being
insulted
,
and
embarrassed
how
to
resent
it
.
