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I
was
terrified
at
the
devastation
which
had
been
accomplished
in
a
brief
half-hour
;
the
black
currant
trees
were
the
apple
of
Joseph
's
eye
,
and
she
had
just
fixed
her
choice
of
a
flower-bed
in
the
midst
of
them
.
"
There
!
That
will
be
all
shown
to
the
master
,
"
I
exclaimed
,
"
the
minute
it
is
discovered
.
And
what
excuse
have
you
to
offer
for
taking
such
liberties
with
the
garden
?
We
shall
have
a
fine
explosion
on
the
head
of
it
:
see
if
we
do
n't
!
Mr.
Hareton
,
I
wonder
you
should
have
no
more
wit
,
than
to
go
and
make
that
mess
at
her
bidding
!
"
"
I
'd
forgotten
they
were
Joseph
's
,
"
answered
Earnshaw
,
rather
puzzled
;
"
but
I
'll
tell
him
I
did
it
.
"
We
always
ate
our
meals
with
Mr.
Heathcliff
.
I
held
the
mistress
's
post
in
making
tea
and
carving
;
so
I
was
indispensable
at
table
.
Catherine
usually
sat
by
me
,
but
to-day
she
stole
nearer
to
Hareton
;
and
I
presently
saw
she
would
have
no
more
discretion
in
her
friendship
than
she
had
in
her
hostility
.
"
Now
,
mind
you
do
n't
talk
with
and
notice
your
cousin
too
much
,
"
were
my
whispered
instructions
as
we
entered
the
room
.
"
It
will
certainly
annoy
Mr.
Heathcliff
,
and
he
'll
be
mad
at
you
both
.
"
"
I
'm
not
going
to
,
"
she
answered
.
The
minute
after
,
she
had
sidled
to
him
,
and
was
sticking
primroses
in
his
plate
of
porridge
.
He
dared
not
speak
to
her
there
:
he
dared
hardly
look
;
and
yet
she
went
on
tearing
till
he
was
twice
on
the
point
of
being
provoked
to
laugh
.
I
frowned
,
and
then
she
glanced
toward
the
master
:
whose
mind
was
occupied
on
other
subjects
than
his
company
,
as
his
countenance
evinced
;
and
she
grew
serious
for
an
instant
,
scrutinising
him
with
deep
gravity
.
Afterwards
she
turned
,
and
recommenced
her
nonsense
;
at
last
,
Hareton
uttered
a
smothered
laugh
.
Mr.
Heathcliff
started
;
his
eye
rapidly
surveyed
our
faces
.
Catherine
met
it
with
her
accustomed
look
of
nervousness
and
yet
defiance
,
which
he
abhorred
.
"
It
is
well
you
are
out
of
my
reach
,
"
he
exclaimed
.
"
What
fiend
possesses
you
to
stare
back
at
me
,
continually
,
with
those
infernal
eyes
?
Down
with
them
!
and
do
n't
remind
me
of
your
existence
again
.
I
thought
I
had
cured
you
of
laughing
.
"
"
It
was
me
,
"
muttered
Hareton
.
