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"
My
papa
scorns
yours
!
"
cried
Linton
.
"
He
calls
him
a
sneaking
fool
.
"
"
Yours
is
a
wicked
man
,
"
retorted
Catherine
;
"
and
you
are
very
naughty
to
dare
to
repeat
what
he
says
.
He
must
be
wicked
to
have
made
Aunt
Isabella
leave
him
as
she
did
.
"
"
She
did
n't
leave
him
,
"
said
the
boy
;
"
you
sha
n't
contradict
me
.
"
"
She
did
,
"
cried
my
young
lady
.
"
Well
,
I
'll
tell
you
something
!
"
said
Linton
.
"
Your
mother
hated
your
father
:
now
then
.
"
"
Oh
!
"
exclaimed
Catherine
,
too
enraged
to
continue
.
"
And
she
loved
mine
,
"
added
he
.
"
You
little
liar
!
I
hate
you
now
!
"
she
panted
,
and
her
face
grew
red
with
passion
.
"
She
did
!
she
did
!
"
sang
Linton
,
sinking
into
the
recess
of
his
chair
,
and
leaning
back
his
head
to
enjoy
the
agitation
of
the
other
disputant
,
who
stood
behind
.
