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The
master
seemed
confounded
a
moment
:
he
grew
pale
,
and
rose
up
,
eyeing
her
all
the
while
,
with
an
expression
of
mortal
hate
.
"
If
you
strike
me
,
Hareton
will
strike
you
,
"
she
said
;
"
so
you
may
as
well
sit
down
.
"
"
If
Hareton
does
not
turn
you
out
of
the
room
,
I
'll
strike
him
to
hell
,
"
thundered
Heathcliff
.
"
Damnable
witch
!
dare
you
pretend
to
rouse
him
against
me
?
Off
with
her
!
Do
you
hear
?
Fling
her
into
the
kitchen
!
I
'll
kill
her
,
Ellen
Dean
,
if
you
let
her
come
into
my
sight
again
!
"
Hareton
tried
,
under
his
breath
,
to
persuade
her
to
go
.
"
Drag
her
away
!
"
he
cried
savagely
.
"
Are
you
staying
to
talk
?
"
And
he
approached
to
execute
his
own
command
.
"
He
'll
not
obey
you
,
wicked
man
,
any
more
,
"
said
Catherine
;
"
and
he
'll
soon
detest
you
as
much
as
I
do
.
"
"
Wisht
!
wisht
!
"
muttered
the
young
man
reproachfully
.
"
I
will
not
hear
you
speak
so
to
him
.
Have
done
.
"
"
But
you
wo
n't
let
him
strike
me
?
"
she
cried
.
"
Come
,
then
,
"
he
whispered
earnestly
.
It
was
too
late
:
Heathcliff
had
caught
hold
of
her
.
