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Had
you
been
brought
up
in
his
circumstances
,
would
you
be
less
rude
?
He
was
as
quick
and
as
intelligent
a
child
as
ever
you
were
;
and
I
'm
hurt
that
he
should
be
despised
now
,
because
that
base
Heathcliff
has
treated
him
so
unjustly
.
"
"
Well
,
Ellen
,
you
wo
n't
cry
about
it
,
will
you
?
"
she
exclaimed
,
surprised
at
my
earnestness
.
"
But
wait
,
and
you
shall
hear
if
he
conned
his
A
B
C
to
please
me
;
and
if
it
were
worth
while
being
civil
to
the
brute
.
I
entered
;
Linton
was
lying
on
the
settle
,
and
half
got
up
to
welcome
me
.
"
'
I
'm
ill
to-night
,
Catherine
,
love
,
'
he
said
;
'
and
you
must
have
all
the
talk
,
and
let
me
listen
.
Come
,
and
sit
by
me
.
I
was
sure
you
would
n't
break
your
word
,
and
I
'll
make
you
promise
again
,
before
you
go
.
'
"
I
knew
now
that
I
must
n't
tease
him
,
as
he
was
ill
;
and
I
spoke
softly
and
put
no
questions
,
and
avoided
irritating
him
in
any
way
.
I
had
brought
some
of
my
nicest
books
for
him
;
he
asked
me
to
read
a
little
of
one
,
and
I
was
about
to
comply
,
when
Earnshaw
burst
the
door
open
:
having
gathered
venom
with
reflection
.
He
advanced
direct
to
us
,
seized
Linton
by
the
arm
,
and
swung
him
off
the
seat
.
"
'
Get
to
thy
own
room
!
'
he
said
,
in
a
voice
almost
inarticulate
with
passion
;
and
his
face
looked
swelled
and
furious
.
'
Take
her
there
if
she
comes
to
see
thee
;
thou
shall
n't
keep
me
out
of
this
.
Begone
wi
'
ye
both
!
'
"
He
swore
at
us
,
and
left
Linton
no
time
to
answer
,
nearly
throwing
him
into
the
kitchen
;
and
he
clenched
his
fist
as
I
followed
,
seemingly
longing
to
knock
me
down
.
I
was
afraid
for
a
moment
,
and
I
let
one
volume
fall
;
he
kicked
it
after
me
,
and
shut
us
out
.
I
heard
a
malignant
,
cracky
laugh
by
the
fire
,
and
turning
,
beheld
that
odious
Joseph
standing
rubbing
his
bony
hands
,
and
quivering
.
"
'
I
wer
sure
he
'd
sarve
ye
out
!
He
's
grand
lad
!
He
's
getten
t
'
raight
sperrit
in
him
!
He
knaws
--
Ay
,
he
knaws
,
as
weel
as
I
do
,
who
sud
be
t
'
maister
yonder
--
Ech
,
ech
,
ech
!
He
made
ye
skift
properly
!
Ech
,
ech
,
ech
!
'
"
'
Where
must
we
go
?
'
I
asked
of
my
cousin
,
disregarding
the
old
wretch
's
mockery
.
"
Linton
was
white
and
trembling
.
He
was
not
pretty
then
,
Ellen
:
oh
no
!
he
looked
frightful
;
for
his
thin
face
and
large
eyes
were
wrought
into
an
expression
of
frantic
,
powerless
fury
.
He
grasped
the
handle
of
the
door
,
and
shook
it
:
it
was
fastened
inside
.
