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"
That
was
a
great
advance
for
the
lad
.
She
did
n't
thank
him
;
still
,
he
felt
gratified
that
she
had
accepted
his
assistance
,
and
ventured
to
stand
behind
as
she
examined
them
,
and
even
to
stoop
and
point
out
what
struck
his
fancy
in
certain
old
pictures
which
they
contained
;
nor
was
he
daunted
by
the
saucy
style
in
which
she
jerked
the
page
from
his
finger
:
he
contended
himself
with
going
a
bit
farther
back
,
and
looking
at
her
instead
of
the
book
.
She
continued
reading
,
or
seeking
for
something
to
read
.
His
attention
became
,
by
degrees
,
quite
centered
in
the
study
of
her
thick
,
silky
curls
:
her
face
he
could
n't
see
,
and
she
could
n't
see
him
.
And
,
perhaps
,
not
quite
awake
to
what
he
did
,
but
attracted
like
a
child
to
a
candle
,
at
last
he
proceeded
from
staring
to
touching
;
he
put
out
his
hand
and
stroke
one
curl
,
as
gently
as
if
it
were
a
bird
.
He
might
have
struck
a
knife
into
her
neck
,
she
started
round
in
such
a
taking
.
"
'
Get
away
,
this
moment
!
How
dare
you
touch
me
?
Why
are
you
stopping
there
?
'
she
cried
,
in
a
tone
of
disgust
.
'
I
ca
n't
endure
you
!
I
'll
go
upstairs
again
,
if
you
come
near
me
.
'
"
Mr.
Hareton
recoiled
,
looking
as
foolish
as
he
could
do
:
he
sat
down
in
the
settle
very
quiet
,
and
she
continued
turning
over
her
volumes
another
half-hour
;
finally
,
Earnshaw
crossed
over
,
and
whispered
to
me
:
"
'
Will
you
ask
her
to
read
to
us
,
Zillah
?
I
'm
stalled
of
doing
naugh
;
and
I
do
like
--
I
could
like
to
hear
her
!
Dunnot
say
I
wanted
it
,
but
ask
of
yourseln
.
'
"
'M
r.
Hareton
wishes
you
would
read
to
us
,
ma'am
,
'
I
said
immediately
.
'
He
'd
take
it
very
kind
--
he
'd
be
much
obliged
.
'
"
She
frowned
;
and
looking
up
,
answered
:
"
'M
r.
Hareton
,
and
the
whole
set
of
you
,
will
be
good
enough
to
understand
that
I
reject
any
pretence
at
kindness
you
have
the
hypocrisy
to
offer
!
I
despise
you
,
and
will
have
nothing
to
say
to
any
of
you
!
When
I
would
have
given
my
life
for
one
kind
word
,
even
to
see
one
of
your
faces
,
you
all
kept
off
.
But
I
wo
n't
complain
to
you
!
I
'm
driven
down
here
by
the
cold
;
not
either
to
amuse
you
or
enjoy
your
society
.
'
"
'
What
could
I
ha
'
done
?
'
began
Earnshaw
.
'
How
was
I
to
blame
?
'
