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Then
she
looked
at
him
;
but
he
would
neither
open
his
mouth
nor
look
again
.
"
He
's
,
perhaps
,
dreaming
now
,
"
she
continued
.
"
He
twitched
his
shoulder
as
Juno
twitches
hers
.
Ask
him
,
Ellen
.
"
"
Mr.
Hareton
will
ask
the
master
to
send
you
upstairs
,
if
you
do
n't
behave
!
"
I
said
.
He
had
not
only
twitched
his
shoulder
but
clenched
his
fist
,
as
if
tempted
to
use
it
.
"
I
know
why
Hareton
never
speaks
,
when
I
am
in
the
kitchen
,
"
she
exclaimed
,
on
another
occasion
.
"
He
is
afraid
I
shall
laugh
at
him
.
Ellen
,
what
do
you
think
?
He
began
to
teach
himself
to
read
once
;
and
because
I
laughed
,
he
burned
his
books
,
and
dropped
it
:
was
he
not
a
fool
?
"
"
Were
not
you
naughty
?
"
I
said
;
"
answer
me
that
.
"
"
Perhaps
I
was
,
"
she
went
on
;
"
but
I
did
not
expect
him
to
be
so
silly
.
Hareton
,
if
I
gave
you
a
book
,
would
you
take
it
now
?
I
'll
try
!
"
She
placed
one
she
had
been
perusing
on
his
hand
;
he
flung
it
off
,
and
muttered
,
if
she
did
not
give
over
,
he
would
break
her
neck
.
"
Well
,
I
shall
put
it
here
,
"
she
said
,
"
in
the
table
drawer
;
and
I
'm
going
to
bed
.
"
Then
she
whispered
me
to
watch
whether
he
touched
it
,
and
departed
.
But
he
would
not
come
near
it
;
and
so
I
informed
her
in
the
morning
,
to
her
great
disappointment
.
I
saw
she
was
sorry
for
his
persevering
sulkiness
and
indolence
:
her
conscience
reproved
her
for
frightening
him
off
improving
himself
.
she
had
done
it
effectually
.
But
her
ingenuity
was
at
work
to
remedy
the
injury
:
while
I
ironed
,
or
pursued
other
such
stationary
employments
as
I
could
not
well
do
in
the
parlour
,
she
would
bring
some
pleasant
volume
and
read
it
aloud
to
me
.
When
Hareton
was
there
,
she
generally
paused
in
an
interesting
part
,
and
left
the
book
lying
about
:
that
she
did
repeatedly
;
but
he
was
as
obstinate
as
a
mule
,
and
,
instead
of
snatching
at
her
bait
,
in
wet
weather
he
took
to
smoking
with
Joseph
;
and
they
sat
like
automatons
,
one
on
each
side
of
the
fire
,
the
elder
happily
too
deaf
to
understand
her
wicked
nonsense
,
as
he
would
have
called
it
,
the
younger
doing
his
best
to
seem
to
disregard
it
.
On
fine
evenings
the
latter
followed
his
shooting
expeditions
,
and
Catherine
yawned
and
sighed
,
and
teased
me
to
talk
to
her
,
and
ran
off
into
the
court
or
garden
,
the
moment
I
began
;
and
,
as
a
last
resource
,
cried
,
and
said
she
was
tired
of
living
:
her
life
was
useless
.
