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He
stopped
,
on
observing
his
error
;
his
cousin
flew
to
him
.
"
Is
that
you
,
Miss
Linton
?
"
he
said
,
raising
his
head
from
the
arm
of
the
great
chair
,
in
which
he
reclined
.
"
No
--
do
n't
kiss
me
:
it
takes
my
breath
.
Dear
me
!
papa
said
you
would
call
,
"
continued
he
,
after
recovering
a
little
from
Catherine
's
embrace
;
while
she
stood
by
looking
very
contrite
.
"
Will
you
shut
the
door
,
if
you
please
?
you
left
it
open
;
and
those
--
those
detestable
creatures
wo
n't
bring
coals
to
the
fire
.
It
's
so
cold
!
"
I
stirred
up
the
cinders
,
and
fetched
a
scuttleful
myself
.
The
invalid
complained
of
being
covered
with
ashes
;
but
he
had
a
tiresome
cough
,
and
looked
feverish
and
ill
,
so
I
did
not
rebuke
his
temper
.
"
Well
,
Linton
,
"
murmured
Catherine
,
when
his
corrugated
brow
relaxed
.
"
Are
you
glad
to
see
me
?
Can
I
do
you
any
good
?
"
"
Why
did
n't
you
come
before
?
"
he
asked
.
"
You
should
have
come
,
instead
of
writing
.
It
tired
me
dreadfully
,
writing
those
long
letters
.
I
'd
far
rather
have
talked
to
you
.
Now
,
I
can
neither
bear
to
talk
,
nor
anything
else
.
I
wonder
where
Zillah
is
!
Will
you
(
looking
at
me
)
step
into
the
kitchen
and
see
?
"
I
had
received
no
thanks
for
my
other
service
;
and
being
unwilling
to
run
to
and
fro
at
his
behest
,
I
replied
:
"
Nobody
is
out
there
but
Joseph
.
"
"
I
want
to
drink
,
"
he
exclaimed
fretfully
,
turning
away
.
"
Zillah
is
constantly
gadding
off
to
Gimmerton
since
papa
went
:
it
's
miserable
!
And
I
'm
obliged
to
come
down
here
--
they
resolved
never
to
hear
me
upstairs
.
"
"
Is
your
father
attentive
to
you
,
Master
Heathcliff
?
"
I
asked
,
perceiving
Catherine
to
be
checked
in
her
friendly
advances
.
"
Attentive
?
He
makes
them
a
little
more
attentive
at
least
,
"
he
cried
.
"
The
wretches
!
Do
you
know
,
Miss
Linton
,
that
brute
Hareton
laughs
at
me
!
I
hate
him
!
indeed
,
I
hate
them
all
:
they
are
odious
beings
.
"
Cathy
began
searching
for
some
water
;
she
lighted
on
a
pitcher
in
the
dresser
,
filled
a
tumbler
,
and
brought
it
.
He
bid
her
add
a
spoonful
of
wine
from
a
bottle
on
the
table
;
and
having
swallowed
a
small
portion
,
appeared
more
tranquil
,
and
said
she
was
very
kind
.
