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"
Stop
,
my
good
friend
!
"
I
cried
.
"
It
may
be
very
possible
that
I
should
love
her
;
but
would
she
love
me
?
I
doubt
it
too
much
to
venture
my
tranquillity
by
running
into
temptation
:
and
then
my
home
is
not
here
.
I
'm
of
the
busy
world
,
and
to
its
arms
I
must
return
.
Go
on
.
Was
Catherine
obedient
to
her
father
's
commands
?
"
"
She
was
,
"
continued
the
housekeeper
,
"
Her
affection
for
him
was
still
the
chief
sentiment
in
her
heart
;
and
he
spoke
without
anger
:
he
spoke
in
the
deep
tenderness
of
one
about
to
leave
his
treasure
amid
perils
and
foes
,
where
his
remembered
words
would
be
the
only
aid
that
he
could
bequeath
to
guide
her
.
He
said
to
me
,
a
few
days
afterwards
:
"
'
I
wish
my
nephew
would
write
,
Ellen
,
or
call
.
Tell
me
,
sincerely
,
what
you
think
of
him
:
is
he
changed
for
the
better
,
or
is
there
a
prospect
of
improvement
,
as
he
grows
a
man
?
'
"
'
He
's
very
delicate
,
sir
,
'
I
replied
;
'
and
scarcely
likely
to
reach
manhood
;
but
this
I
can
say
,
he
does
not
resemble
his
father
;
and
if
Miss
Catherine
had
the
misfortune
to
marry
him
,
he
would
not
be
beyond
her
control
:
unless
she
were
extremely
and
foolishly
indulgent
.
However
,
master
,
you
'll
have
plenty
of
time
to
get
acquainted
with
him
,
and
see
whether
he
would
suit
her
:
it
wants
four
years
and
more
to
his
being
of
age
.
'
"
Edgar
sighed
;
and
walking
to
the
window
,
looked
out
towards
Gimmerton
Kirk
.
It
was
a
misty
afternoon
,
but
the
February
sun
shone
dimly
,
and
we
could
just
distinguish
the
two
fir-trees
in
the
yards
,
and
the
sparsely
scattered
gravestones
.
"
I
've
prayed
often
,
"
he
half
soliloquised
,
"
for
the
approach
of
what
is
coming
;
and
now
I
begin
to
shrink
,
and
fear
it
.
I
thought
the
memory
of
the
hour
I
came
down
that
glen
a
bridegroom
would
be
less
sweet
than
the
anticipation
that
I
was
soon
,
in
a
few
months
,
or
,
possibly
,
weeks
,
to
be
carried
up
,
and
laid
in
its
lonely
hollow
!
Ellen
,
I
've
been
very
happy
with
my
little
Cathy
:
through
winter
nights
and
summer
days
she
was
a
living
hope
at
my
side
.
But
I
've
been
as
happy
musing
by
myself
among
those
stones
,
under
that
old
church
:
lying
,
through
the
long
June
evenings
,
on
the
green
mound
of
her
mother
's
grave
,
and
wishing
--
yearning
for
the
time
when
I
might
lie
beneath
it
.
What
can
I
do
for
Cathy
?
How
must
I
quit
her
?
I
'd
not
care
one
moment
for
Linton
being
Heathcliff
's
son
;
nor
for
his
taking
her
from
me
,
if
he
could
console
her
for
my
loss
.
I
'd
not
care
that
Heathcliff
gained
his
ends
,
and
triumphed
in
robbing
me
of
my
last
blessing
!
But
should
Linton
be
unworthy
--
only
a
feeble
tool
to
his
father
--
I
can
not
abandon
her
to
him
!
And
,
hard
though
it
be
to
crush
her
buoyant
spirit
,
I
must
persevere
in
making
her
sad
while
I
live
,
and
leaving
her
solitary
when
I
die
.
Darling
!
I
'd
rather
resign
her
to
God
,
and
lay
her
in
the
earth
before
me
.
"
"
Resign
her
to
God
as
it
is
,
sir
,
"
I
answered
,
"
and
if
we
should
lose
you
--
which
may
He
forbid
--
under
His
providence
,
I
'll
stand
her
friend
and
counsellor
to
the
last
.
Miss
Catherine
is
a
good
girl
:
I
do
n't
fear
that
she
will
go
wilfully
wrong
;
and
people
who
do
their
duty
are
always
finally
rewarded
.
"
Spring
advanced
;
yet
my
master
gathered
no
real
strength
,
though
he
resumed
his
walks
in
the
grounds
with
his
daughter
.
To
her
inexperienced
notions
,
this
itself
was
a
sign
of
convalescence
;
and
then
his
cheek
was
often
flushed
,
and
his
eyes
were
bright
:
she
felt
sure
of
his
recovering
.
On
her
seventeenth
birthday
,
he
did
not
visit
the
churchyard
:
it
was
raining
,
and
I
observed
:
