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"
Good
words
,
"
I
replied
.
"
But
deeds
must
prove
it
also
;
and
after
he
is
well
,
remember
you
do
n't
forget
resolutions
formed
in
the
hour
of
fear
.
"
As
we
talked
,
we
neared
a
door
that
opened
on
the
road
;
and
my
young
lady
,
lightening
into
sunshine
again
,
climbed
up
and
seated
herself
on
the
top
of
the
wall
,
reaching
over
to
gather
some
hips
that
bloomed
scarlet
on
the
summit
branches
of
the
wild
rose
trees
,
shadowing
the
highway
side
:
the
lower
fruit
had
disappeared
,
but
only
birds
could
touch
the
upper
,
except
from
Cathy
's
present
station
.
In
stretching
to
pull
them
,
her
hat
fell
off
;
and
as
the
door
was
locked
,
she
proposed
scrambling
down
to
recover
it
.
I
bid
her
be
cautious
lest
she
got
a
fall
,
and
she
nimbly
disappeared
.
But
the
return
was
no
such
easy
matter
:
the
stones
were
smooth
and
neatly
cemented
,
and
the
rose
bushes
and
blackberry
stragglers
could
yield
no
assistance
in
re-ascending
.
I
,
like
a
fool
,
did
n't
recollect
that
,
till
I
heard
her
laughing
and
exclaiming
:
"
Ellen
,
you
'll
have
to
fetch
the
key
,
or
else
I
must
run
round
to
the
porter
's
lodge
.
I
ca
n't
scale
the
ramparts
on
this
side
!
"
"
Stay
where
you
are
,
"
I
answered
,
"
I
have
my
bundle
of
keys
in
my
pocket
:
perhaps
I
may
manage
to
open
it
;
if
not
I
'll
go
.
"
Catherine
amused
herself
with
dancing
to
and
fro
before
the
door
,
while
I
tried
all
the
large
keys
in
succession
.
I
had
applied
the
last
,
and
found
that
none
would
do
;
so
,
repeating
my
desire
that
she
would
remain
there
,
I
was
about
to
hurry
home
as
fast
as
I
could
,
when
an
approaching
sound
arrested
me
.
It
was
the
trot
of
a
horse
;
Cathy
's
dance
stopped
also
.
"
Who
is
that
?
"
I
whispered
.
"
Ellen
,
I
wish
you
could
open
the
door
,
"
whispered
back
my
companion
anxiously
.
"
Ho
,
Miss
Linton
!
"
cried
a
deep
voice
(
the
rider
's
)
,
"
I
'm
glad
to
meet
you
.
Do
n't
be
in
haste
to
enter
,
for
I
have
an
explanation
to
ask
and
obtain
.
"
"
I
sha
n't
speak
to
you
,
Mr.
Heathcliff
,
"
answered
Catherine
.
"
Papa
says
you
are
a
wicked
man
,
and
you
hate
both
him
and
me
;
and
Ellen
says
the
same
.
"
"
That
is
nothing
to
the
purpose
,
"
said
Heathcliff
.
(
He
it
was
.
)
"
I
do
n't
hate
my
son
,
I
suppose
;
and
it
is
concerning
him
that
I
demand
your
attention
.
Yes
;
you
have
cause
to
blush
.
Two
or
three
months
since
,
were
you
not
in
the
habit
of
writing
to
Linton
?
making
love
in
play
,
eh
?
You
deserved
,
both
of
you
,
flogging
for
that
!
You
especially
,
the
elder
;
and
less
sensitive
,
as
it
turns
out
.
I
've
got
your
letters
,
and
if
you
give
me
any
pertness
I
'll
send
them
to
your
father
.
I
presume
you
grew
weary
of
the
amusement
and
dropped
it
,
did
n't
you
?
Well
,
you
dropped
Linton
with
it
into
a
Slough
of
Despond
.
He
was
in
earnest
:
in
love
,
really
.
As
true
as
I
live
,
he
's
dying
for
you
;
breaking
his
heart
at
your
fickleness
:
not
figuratively
,
but
actually
.
Though
Hareton
has
made
him
a
standing
jest
for
six
weeks
,
and
I
have
used
more
serious
measures
,
and
attempted
to
frighten
him
out
of
his
idiocy
,
he
gets
worse
daily
;
and
he
'll
be
under
the
sod
before
summer
,
unless
you
restore
him
!
"
