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I
,
for
my
part
,
began
to
fancy
my
forebodings
were
false
,
and
that
he
must
be
actually
rallying
,
when
he
mentioned
riding
and
walking
on
the
moors
,
and
seemed
so
earnest
in
pursuing
his
object
.
I
could
not
picture
a
father
treating
a
dying
child
as
tyrannically
and
wickedly
as
I
afterwards
learned
Heathcliff
had
treated
him
,
to
compel
this
apparent
eagerness
:
his
efforts
redoubling
the
more
imminently
his
avaricious
and
unfeeling
plans
were
threatened
with
defeat
by
death
.
Summer
was
already
past
its
prime
,
when
Edgar
reluctantly
yielded
his
assent
to
their
entreaties
,
and
Catherine
and
I
set
out
on
our
first
ride
to
join
her
cousin
.
It
was
a
close
,
sultry
day
:
devoid
of
sunshine
,
but
with
a
sky
too
dappled
and
hazy
to
threaten
rain
;
and
our
place
of
meeting
had
been
fixed
at
the
guide-stone
,
by
the
cross-roads
.
On
arriving
there
,
however
,
a
little
herd-boy
,
despatched
as
a
messenger
,
told
us
that
:
"
Maister
Linton
wer
just
o
'
this
side
th
'
Heights
:
and
he
'd
be
mitch
obleeged
to
us
to
gang
on
a
bit
further
.
"
"
Then
Master
Linton
has
forgot
the
first
injunction
of
his
uncle
,
"
I
observed
:
"
he
bid
us
keep
on
the
Grange
land
,
and
here
we
are
off
at
once
.
"
"
Well
,
we
'll
turn
our
horses
'
heads
round
,
when
we
reach
him
,
"
answered
my
companion
,
"
our
excursion
shall
lie
towards
home
.
"
But
when
we
reached
him
,
and
that
was
scarcely
a
quarter
of
a
mile
from
his
own
door
,
we
found
he
had
no
horse
;
and
we
were
forced
to
dismount
,
and
leave
ours
to
graze
.
He
lay
on
the
heath
,
awaiting
our
approach
,
and
did
not
rise
till
we
came
within
a
few
yards
.
Then
he
walked
so
feebly
,
and
looked
so
pale
,
that
I
immediately
exclaimed
:
"
Why
,
Master
Heathcliff
,
you
are
not
fit
for
enjoying
a
ramble
,
this
morning
.
How
ill
you
do
look
!
"
Catherine
surveyed
him
with
grief
and
astonishment
:
she
changed
the
ejaculation
of
joy
on
her
lips
,
to
one
of
alarm
;
and
the
congratulation
on
their
long-postponed
meeting
,
to
an
anxious
enquiry
,
whether
he
were
worse
than
usual
?
"
No
--
better
--
better
!
"
he
panted
,
trembling
,
and
retaining
her
hand
as
if
he
needed
its
support
,
while
his
large
blue
eyes
wandered
timidly
over
her
;
the
hollowness
round
them
transforming
to
haggard
wildness
the
languid
expression
they
once
possessed
.
