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"
Well
!
what
should
I
have
done
,
Ellen
?
He
would
n't
shake
hands
,
and
he
would
n't
look
:
I
must
show
him
some
way
that
I
like
him
--
that
I
want
to
be
friends
.
"
Whether
the
kiss
convinced
Hareton
,
I
can
not
tell
:
he
was
very
careful
,
for
some
minutes
,
that
his
face
should
not
be
seen
,
and
when
he
did
raise
it
,
he
was
sadly
puzzled
where
to
turn
his
eyes
.
Catherine
employed
herself
in
wrapping
a
handsome
book
neatly
in
white
paper
,
and
having
tied
it
with
a
bit
of
ribbon
,
and
addressed
it
to
"
Mr.
Hareton
Earnshaw
.
"
she
desired
me
to
be
her
ambassadress
,
and
convey
the
present
to
its
destined
recipient
.
"
And
tell
him
,
if
he
'll
take
it
I
'll
come
and
teach
him
to
read
it
right
,
"
she
said
;
"
and
,
if
he
refuse
it
,
I
'll
go
upstairs
,
and
never
tease
him
again
.
I
carried
it
,
and
repeated
the
message
;
anxiously
watched
by
my
employer
.
Hareton
would
not
open
his
fingers
,
so
I
laid
it
on
his
knee
.
He
did
not
strike
it
off
,
either
.
I
returned
to
my
work
.
Catherine
leaned
her
head
and
arms
on
the
table
,
till
she
heard
the
slight
rustle
of
the
covering
being
removed
;
then
she
stole
away
,
and
quietly
seated
herself
beside
her
cousin
.
He
trembled
,
and
his
face
glowed
:
all
his
rudeness
and
all
his
surly
harshness
had
deserted
him
:
he
could
not
summon
courage
,
at
first
,
to
utter
a
syllable
in
reply
to
her
questioning
look
,
and
her
murmured
petition
.
"
Say
you
forgive
me
,
Hareton
,
do
?
You
can
make
me
so
happy
by
speaking
that
little
word
.
"
He
muttered
something
inaudible
.
"
And
you
'll
be
my
friend
?
"
added
Catherine
interrogatively
.
"
Nay
,
you
'll
be
ashamed
of
me
every
day
of
your
life
,
"
he
answered
;
"
and
the
more
ashamed
,
the
more
you
know
me
;
and
I
can
not
bide
it
.
"
"
So
you
wo
n't
be
my
friend
?
"
she
said
,
smiling
as
sweet
as
honey
,
and
creeping
close
up
.
