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"
What
do
you
say
?
"
demanded
the
master
.
Hareton
looked
at
his
plate
,
and
did
not
repeat
the
confession
.
Mr.
Heathcliff
looked
at
him
a
bit
,
and
then
silently
resumed
his
breakfast
and
his
interrupted
musing
.
We
had
nearly
finished
,
and
the
two
young
people
prudently
shifted
wider
asunder
,
so
I
anticipated
no
further
disturbance
during
that
sitting
:
when
Joseph
appeared
at
the
door
,
revealing
by
his
quivering
lip
and
furious
eyes
,
that
the
outrage
committed
on
his
precious
shrubs
was
detected
.
He
must
have
seen
Cathy
and
her
cousin
about
the
spot
before
he
examined
it
,
for
while
his
jaws
worked
like
those
of
a
cow
chewing
its
cud
,
and
rendered
his
speech
difficult
to
understand
,
he
began
:
"
I
mun
hey
my
wage
,
and
I
mun
goa
!
I
hed
aimed
to
dee
,
wheare
I
'd
sarved
fur
sixty
year
;
and
I
thowt
I
'd
lug
my
books
up
into
t
'
garret
,
and
all
my
bits
o
'
stuff
,
and
they
sud
hev
t
'
kitchen
to
theirseln
;
for
t
'
sake
o
'
quietness
.
It
were
hard
to
gie
up
my
awn
hearthstun
,
but
I
thowt
I
could
do
that
!
But
,
nab
,
shoo
's
taan
my
garden
fro
'
me
,
and
by
th
'
heart
,
maister
,
I
can
not
stand
it
!
Yah
may
bend
to
th
'
yoak
,
and
ye
will
--
I
noan
used
to
'
t
,
and
an
old
man
does
n't
sooin
get
used
to
new
barthens
.
I
'd
rayther
arn
my
bite
and
my
sup
wi
'
a
hammer
in
th
'
road
!
"
"
Now
,
now
,
idiot
!
"
interrupted
Heathcliff
,
"
cut
it
short
!
What
's
your
grievance
?
I
'll
interfere
in
no
quarrels
between
you
and
Nelly
.
She
may
thrust
you
into
the
coalhole
for
anything
I
care
.
"
"
It
's
noan
Nelly
!
"
answered
Joseph
.
"
I
sud
n't
shift
for
Nelly
--
nasty
ill
nowt
as
shoo
is
.
Thank
God
!
shoo
can
not
stale
t
'
sowl
o
'
nob
'd
y
!
Shoo
were
niver
soa
handsome
,
but
what
a
body
mud
look
at
her
'
bout
winking
.
It
's
yon
flaysome
,
graceless
quean
,
that
's
witched
our
lad
,
wi
'
her
bold
een
and
her
forrard
ways
--
till
--
Nay
!
it
fair
bursts
my
heart
!
He
's
forgotten
all
I
've
done
for
him
,
and
made
on
him
,
and
goan
and
riven
up
a
whole
row
o
'
t
'
grandest
currant
trees
,
i
'
t
'
garden
!
"
And
here
he
lamented
outright
;
unmanned
by
a
sense
of
his
bitter
injuries
,
and
Earnshaw
's
ingratitude
and
dangerous
condition
.
"
Is
the
fool
drunk
?
"
asked
Mr.
Heathcliff
,
"
Hareton
,
is
it
you
he
's
finding
fault
with
?
"
"
I
've
pulled
up
two
or
three
bushes
,
"
replied
the
young
man
;
"
but
I
'm
going
to
set
'
em
again
.
"
"
And
why
have
you
pulled
them
up
?
"
said
the
master
.
