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"
Hush
,
Master
Heathcliff
!
"
I
said
;
"
that
's
your
father
's
tale
,
too
,
I
suppose
.
"
"
It
is
n't
:
you
hold
your
tongue
!
"
he
answered
.
"
She
did
,
she
did
,
Catherine
!
she
did
,
she
did
!
"
Cathy
,
beside
herself
,
gave
the
chair
a
violent
push
,
and
caused
him
to
fall
against
one
arm
.
He
was
immediately
seized
by
a
suffocating
cough
that
soon
ended
his
triumph
.
It
lasted
so
long
that
it
frightened
even
me
.
As
to
his
cousin
,
she
wept
,
with
all
her
might
;
aghast
at
the
mischief
she
had
done
:
though
she
said
nothing
.
I
held
him
till
the
fit
exhausted
itself
.
Then
he
thrust
me
away
,
and
leant
his
head
down
silently
.
Catherine
quelled
her
lamentations
also
,
took
a
seat
opposite
,
and
looked
solemnly
into
the
fire
.
"
How
do
you
feel
now
,
Master
Heathcliff
?
"
I
enquired
,
after
waiting
ten
minutes
.
"
I
wish
she
felt
as
I
do
,
"
he
replied
:
"
spiteful
,
cruel
thing
!
Hareton
never
touches
me
:
he
never
struck
me
in
his
life
.
And
I
was
better
today
:
and
there
-
"
his
voice
died
in
a
whimper
.
"
I
did
n't
strike
you
!
"
muttered
Cathy
,
chewing
her
lip
to
prevent
another
burst
of
emotion
.
He
sighed
and
moaned
like
one
under
great
suffering
,
and
kept
it
up
for
a
quarter
of
an
hour
;
on
purpose
to
distress
his
cousin
apparently
,
for
whenever
he
caught
a
stifled
sob
from
her
he
put
renewed
pain
and
pathos
into
the
inflections
of
his
voice
.
"
I
'm
sorry
I
hurt
you
,
Linton
,
"
she
said
at
length
racked
beyond
endurance
.
"
But
I
could
n't
have
been
hurt
by
that
little
push
,
and
I
had
no
idea
that
you
could
,
either
:
you
're
not
much
,
are
you
,
Linton
?
Do
n't
let
me
go
home
thinking
I
've
done
you
harm
.
Answer
!
speak
to
me
.
"
"
I
ca
n't
speak
to
you
,
"
he
murmured
;
"
you
've
hurt
me
so
,
that
I
shall
lie
awake
all
night
choking
with
this
cough
.
If
you
had
it
you
'd
know
what
it
was
;
but
you
'll
be
comfortably
asleep
while
I
'm
in
agony
,
and
nobody
near
me
.
I
wonder
how
you
would
like
to
pass
those
fearful
nights
!
"
And
he
began
to
wall
aloud
,
for
very
pity
of
himself
.
"
Since
you
are
in
the
habit
of
passing
dreadful
nights
,
"
I
said
,
"
it
wo
n't
be
miss
who
spoils
your
ease
:
you
'd
be
the
same
had
she
never
come
.
However
,
she
shall
not
disturb
you
again
;
and
perhaps
you
'll
get
quieter
when
we
leave
you
.
"
