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"
Loving
!
"
cried
I
,
as
scornfully
as
I
could
utter
the
word
.
"
Loving
!
Did
anybody
ever
hear
the
like
!
I
might
just
as
well
talk
of
loving
the
miller
who
comes
once
a
year
to
buy
our
corn
.
Pretty
loving
,
indeed
!
and
both
times
together
you
have
seen
Linton
hardly
four
hours
in
your
life
!
Now
here
is
the
babyish
trash
.
I
'm
going
with
it
to
the
library
;
and
we
'll
see
what
your
father
says
to
such
loving
.
"
She
sprang
at
her
precious
epistles
,
but
I
held
them
above
my
head
;
and
then
she
poured
out
further
frantic
entreaties
that
I
would
burn
them
--
do
anything
rather
than
show
them
.
And
being
really
fully
as
much
inclined
to
laugh
as
scold
--
for
I
esteemed
it
all
girlish
vanity
--
I
at
length
relented
in
a
measure
,
and
asked
:
"
If
I
consent
to
burn
them
,
will
you
promise
faithfully
neither
to
send
nor
receive
a
letter
again
,
nor
a
book
(
for
I
perceive
you
have
sent
him
books
)
,
nor
locks
of
hair
,
nor
rings
,
nor
playthings
?
"
"
We
do
n't
send
playthings
!
"
cried
Catherine
,
her
pride
overcoming
her
shame
.
"
Nor
anything
at
all
,
then
,
my
lady
,
"
I
said
.
"
Unless
you
will
,
here
I
go
.
"
"
I
promise
,
Ellen
!
"
she
cried
,
catching
my
dress
.
"
Oh
,
put
them
in
the
fire
,
do
,
do
!
"
But
when
I
proceeded
to
open
a
place
with
the
poker
,
the
sacrifice
was
too
painful
to
be
borne
.
She
earnestly
supplicated
that
I
would
spare
her
one
or
two
.
"
One
or
two
,
Ellen
,
to
keep
for
Linton
's
sake
!
"
I
unknotted
the
handkerchief
,
and
commenced
dropping
them
in
from
an
angle
,
and
the
flame
curled
up
the
chimney
"
I
will
have
one
,
you
cruel
wretch
!
"
she
screamed
,
darting
her
hand
into
the
fire
,
and
drawing
forth
some
half
consumed
fragments
,
at
the
expense
of
her
fingers
.
