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"
Papa
wants
us
to
be
married
,
"
he
continued
,
after
sipping
some
of
the
liquid
.
"
And
he
knows
your
papa
would
n't
let
us
marry
now
;
and
he
's
afraid
of
my
dying
,
if
we
wait
;
so
we
are
to
be
married
in
the
morning
,
and
you
are
to
stay
here
all
night
;
and
if
you
do
as
he
wishes
,
you
shall
return
home
next
day
,
and
take
me
with
you
.
"
"
Take
you
with
her
,
pitiful
changeling
?
"
I
exclaimed
.
"
You
marry
?
Why
,
the
man
is
mad
;
or
he
thinks
us
fools
,
every
one
.
And
do
you
imagine
that
beautiful
young
lady
,
that
healthy
,
hearty
girl
,
will
tie
herself
to
a
little
perishing
monkey
like
you
!
Are
you
cherishing
the
notion
that
anybody
,
let
alone
Miss
Catherine
Linton
,
would
have
you
for
a
husband
?
You
want
whipping
for
bringing
us
in
here
at
all
,
with
your
dastardly
puling
tricks
;
and
--
do
n't
look
so
silly
,
now
!
I
've
a
very
good
mind
to
shake
you
severely
,
for
your
contemptible
treachery
,
and
your
imbecile
conceit
.
"
I
did
give
him
a
slight
shaking
;
but
it
brought
on
the
cough
,
and
he
took
to
his
ordinary
resource
of
moaning
and
weeping
,
and
Catherine
rebuked
me
.
"
Stay
all
night
?
No
,
"
she
said
,
looking
slowly
round
.
"
Ellen
,
I
'll
burn
that
door
down
,
but
I
'll
get
out
.
"
And
she
would
have
commenced
the
execution
of
her
threat
directly
,
but
Linton
was
up
in
alarm
for
his
dear
self
again
.
He
clasped
her
in
his
two
feeble
arms
,
sobbing
:
"
Wo
n't
you
have
me
,
'
and
save
me
?
not
let
me
come
to
the
Grange
?
Oh
,
darling
Catherine
!
you
must
n't
go
and
leave
,
after
all
.
You
must
obey
my
father
--
you
must
!
"
"
I
must
obey
my
own
,
"
she
replied
,
"
and
relieve
him
from
this
cruel
suspense
.
The
whole
night
!
What
would
he
think
?
he
'll
be
distressed
already
.
I
'll
either
break
or
burn
a
way
out
of
the
house
.
Be
quiet
!
You
're
in
no
danger
;
but
if
you
hinder
me
--
Linton
,
I
love
papa
better
than
you
!
"
The
mortal
terror
he
felt
of
Mr.
Heathcliff
's
anger
,
restored
to
the
boy
his
coward
's
eloquence
.
Catherine
was
near
distraught
:
still
,
she
persisted
that
she
must
go
home
,
and
tried
entreaty
in
her
turn
,
persuading
him
to
subdue
his
selfish
agony
.
While
they
were
thus
occupied
,
our
gaoler
re-entered
.
"
Your
beasts
have
trotted
off
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
--
now
,
Linton
!
snivelling
again
?
What
has
she
been
doing
to
you
?
Come
,
come
--
have
done
,
and
get
to
bed
.
In
a
month
or
two
,
my
lad
,
you
'll
be
able
to
pay
her
back
her
present
tyrannies
with
a
vigorous
hand
.
You
're
pining
for
pure
love
,
are
you
not
?
nothing
else
in
the
world
:
and
she
shall
have
you
!
There
,
to
bed
!
Zillah
wo
n't
be
here
tonight
;
you
must
undress
yourself
.
Hush
!
hold
your
noise
!
Once
in
your
own
room
,
I
'll
not
come
near
you
:
you
need
n't
fear
.
By
chance
you
've
managed
tolerably
.
I
'll
look
to
the
rest
.
"
He
spoke
these
words
,
holding
the
door
open
for
his
son
to
pass
;
and
the
latter
achieved
his
exit
exactly
as
a
spaniel
might
,
which
suspected
the
person
who
attended
on
it
of
designing
a
spiteful
squeeze
.
The
lock
was
resecured
.
Heathcliff
approached
the
fire
,
where
my
mistress
and
I
stood
silent
.
