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"
My
affectations
!
"
he
murmured
;
"
what
are
they
?
For
Heaven
's
sake
,
Catherine
,
do
n't
look
so
angry
!
Despise
me
as
much
as
you
please
;
I
am
a
worthless
,
cowardly
wretch
:
I
ca
n't
be
scorned
enough
;
but
I
'm
too
mean
for
your
anger
.
Hate
my
father
,
and
spare
me
for
contempt
.
"
"
Nonsense
!
"
cried
Catherine
,
in
a
passion
.
"
Foolish
,
silly
boy
!
And
there
!
he
trembles
,
as
if
I
were
really
going
to
touch
him
!
You
need
n't
bespeak
contempt
,
Linton
:
anybody
will
have
it
spontaneously
at
your
service
.
Get
off
!
I
shall
return
home
:
it
is
folly
dragging
you
from
the
hearthstone
,
and
pretending
--
what
do
we
pretend
?
Let
go
my
frock
!
If
I
pitied
you
for
crying
and
looking
so
very
frightened
,
you
should
spurn
such
pity
.
Ellen
,
tell
him
how
disgraceful
this
conduct
is
.
Rise
,
and
do
n't
degrade
yourself
into
an
abject
reptile
--
do
n't
!
"
With
streaming
face
and
an
expression
of
agony
,
Linton
had
thrown
his
nerveless
frame
along
the
ground
:
he
seemed
convulsed
with
exquisite
terror
.
"
Oh
!
"
he
sobbed
,
"
I
can
not
bear
it
!
Catherine
,
Catherine
,
I
'm
a
traitor
,
too
,
and
I
dare
not
tell
you
!
But
leave
me
,
and
I
shall
be
killed
!
Dear
Catherine
,
my
life
is
in
your
hands
:
and
you
have
said
you
loved
me
,
and
if
you
did
,
it
would
n't
harm
you
.
You
'll
not
go
,
then
?
kind
,
sweet
,
good
Catherine
!
And
perhaps
you
will
consent
--
and
he
'll
let
me
die
with
you
!
"
My
young
lady
,
on
witnessing
his
intense
anguish
,
stooped
to
raise
him
.
The
old
feeling
of
indulgent
tenderness
overcame
her
vexation
,
and
she
grew
thoroughly
moved
and
alarmed
.
"
Consent
to
what
?
"
she
asked
.
"
To
stay
?
Tell
me
the
meaning
of
this
strange
talk
,
and
I
will
.
You
contradict
your
own
words
,
and
distract
me
!
Be
calm
and
frank
,
and
confess
at
once
all
that
weighs
on
your
heart
.
You
would
n't
injure
me
,
Linton
,
would
you
?
You
would
n't
let
any
enemy
hurt
me
,
if
you
could
prevent
it
?
I
'll
believe
you
are
a
coward
for
yourself
,
but
not
a
cowardly
betrayer
of
your
best
friend
.
"
"
But
my
father
threatens
me
,
"
gasped
the
boy
,
clasping
his
attenuated
fingers
,
"
and
I
dread
him
--
I
dread
him
!
I
dare
not
tell
!
"
"
Oh
,
well
!
"
said
Catherine
,
with
scornful
compassion
,
"
keep
your
secret
:
I
'm
no
coward
.
Save
yourself
:
I
'm
not
afraid
.
"
Her
magnanimity
provoked
his
tears
:
he
wept
wildly
,
kissing
her
supporting
hands
,
and
yet
could
not
summon
courage
to
speak
out
.
I
was
cogitating
what
the
mystery
might
be
,
and
determined
Catherine
should
never
suffer
,
to
benefit
him
or
any
one
else
,
by
my
good
will
;
when
hearing
a
rustle
among
the
ling
,
I
looked
up
and
saw
Mr.
Heathcliff
almost
close
upon
us
,
descending
the
Heights
.
