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"
Will
you
go
to
the
devil
!
"
he
exclaimed
ferociously
,
"
and
let
me
be
!
"
"
No
,
"
she
persisted
,
"
I
wo
n't
:
I
ca
n't
tell
what
to
do
to
make
you
talk
to
me
;
and
you
are
determined
not
to
understand
.
When
I
call
you
stupid
,
I
do
n't
mean
anything
:
I
do
n't
mean
that
I
despise
you
.
Come
,
you
shall
take
notice
of
me
,
Hareton
!
you
are
my
cousin
,
and
you
shall
own
me
.
"
"
I
shall
have
naught
to
do
wi
'
you
and
your
mucky
pride
,
and
your
damned
mocking
tricks
!
"
he
answered
.
"
I
'll
go
to
hell
,
body
and
soul
,
before
I
look
sideways
after
you
again
.
Side
out
o
'
t
'
gate
,
now
;
this
minute
!
"
Catherine
frowned
,
and
retreated
to
the
window-seat
chewing
her
lip
,
and
endeavouring
,
by
humming
an
eccentric
tune
,
to
conceal
a
growing
tendency
to
sob
.
"
You
should
be
friends
with
your
cousin
,
Mr.
Hareton
,
"
I
interrupted
,
"
since
she
repents
of
her
sauciness
.
It
would
do
you
a
great
deal
of
good
:
it
would
make
you
another
man
to
have
her
for
a
companion
.
"
"
A
companion
!
"
he
cried
;
"
when
she
hates
me
,
and
does
not
think
me
fit
to
wipe
her
shoon
!
Nay
!
if
it
made
me
a
king
,
I
'd
not
be
scorned
for
seeking
her
good-will
any
more
.
"
"
It
is
not
I
who
hate
you
,
it
is
you
who
hate
me
!
"
wept
Cathy
,
no
longer
disguising
her
trouble
.
"
You
hate
me
as
much
as
Mr.
Heathcliff
does
,
and
more
.
"
"
You
're
a
damned
liar
,
"
began
Earnshaw
:
"
why
have
I
made
him
angry
,
by
taking
your
part
,
then
,
a
hundred
times
?
and
that
when
you
sneered
at
and
despised
me
,
and
--
Go
on
plaguing
me
,
and
I
'll
step
in
yonder
,
and
say
you
worried
me
out
of
the
kitchen
!
"
"
I
did
n't
know
you
took
my
part
,
"
she
answered
,
drying
her
eyes
;
"
and
I
was
miserable
and
bitter
at
everybody
;
but
now
I
thank
you
,
and
beg
you
to
forgive
me
:
what
can
I
do
besides
?
"
She
returned
to
the
hearth
,
and
frankly
extended
her
hand
.
He
blackened
and
scowled
like
a
thunder-cloud
,
and
kept
his
fist
resolutely
clenched
,
and
his
gaze
fixed
on
the
ground
.
Catherine
,
by
instinct
,
must
have
divined
it
was
obdurate
perversity
,
and
not
dislike
,
that
prompted
this
dogged
conduct
;
for
,
after
remaining
an
instant
undecided
,
she
stooped
and
impressed
on
his
cheek
a
gentle
kiss
.
The
little
rogue
thought
I
had
not
seen
her
,
and
,
drawing
back
,
she
took
her
former
station
by
the
window
,
quite
demurely
.
I
shook
my
head
reprovingly
,
and
then
she
blushed
and
whispered
:
