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Edgar
stood
on
the
hearth
weeping
silently
,
and
in
the
middle
of
the
table
sat
a
little
dog
,
shaking
its
paw
and
yelping
;
which
,
from
their
mutual
accusation
,
we
understood
they
had
nearly
pulled
in
two
between
them
.
The
idiots
!
That
was
their
pleasure
!
to
quarrel
who
should
hold
a
heap
of
warm
hair
,
and
each
begin
to
cry
because
both
,
after
struggling
to
get
it
,
refused
to
take
it
.
We
laughed
outright
at
the
petted
things
;
we
did
despise
them
!
When
would
you
catch
me
wishing
to
have
what
Catherine
wanted
?
to
find
us
by
ourselves
,
seeing
entertainment
in
yelling
,
and
sobbing
,
and
rolling
on
the
ground
,
divided
by
the
whole
room
?
I
'd
not
exchange
,
for
a
thousand
lives
,
my
condition
here
,
for
Edgar
Linton
's
at
Thrushcross
Grange
--
not
if
I
might
have
the
privilege
of
flinging
joseph
off
the
highest
gable
,
and
painting
the
housefront
with
Hindley
's
blood
!
"
"
Hush
,
hush
!
"
I
interrupted
.
"
Still
you
have
not
told
me
,
Heathcliff
,
how
Catherine
is
left
behind
?
"
"
I
told
you
we
laughed
,
"
he
answered
.
"
The
Lintons
heard
us
,
and
with
one
accord
,
they
shot
like
arrows
to
the
door
;
there
was
silence
,
and
then
a
cry
,
'
Oh
,
mamma
,
mamma
!
Oh
,
papa
!
Oh
,
mamma
,
come
here
.
Oh
,
papa
,
oh
!
'
They
really
did
howl
out
something
in
that
way
.
We
made
frightful
noises
to
terrify
them
still
more
,
and
then
we
dropped
off
the
ledge
,
because
somebody
was
drawing
the
bars
,
and
we
felt
we
had
better
flee
.
I
had
Cathy
by
the
hand
,
and
was
urging
her
on
,
when
all
at
once
she
fell
down
.
'
Run
,
Heathcliff
,
run
!
'
she
whispered
.
'
They
have
left
the
bull-dog
loose
,
and
he
holds
me
!
'
The
devil
had
seized
her
ankle
,
Nelly
:
I
heard
his
abominable
snorting
.
She
did
not
yell
out
--
no
!
she
would
have
scorned
to
do
it
,
if
she
had
been
spitted
on
the
horns
of
a
mad
cow
.
I
did
,
though
!
I
vociferated
curses
enough
to
annihilate
any
fiend
in
Christendom
;
and
I
got
a
stone
and
thrust
it
between
his
jaws
,
and
tried
with
all
my
might
to
cram
it
down
his
throat
.
A
beast
of
a
servant
came
up
with
a
lantern
,
at
last
,
shouting
--
'
Keep
fast
,
Skulker
,
keep
fast
!
'
He
changed
his
note
,
however
,
when
he
saw
Skulker
's
game
.
The
dog
was
throttled
off
;
his
huge
,
purple
tongue
hanging
half
a
foot
out
of
his
mouth
,
and
his
pendent
lips
streaming
with
bloody
slaver
.
The
man
took
Cathy
up
:
she
was
sick
:
not
from
fear
,
I
'm
certain
,
but
from
pain
.
He
carried
her
in
;
I
followed
,
grumbling
execrations
and
vengeance
.
'
What
prey
,
Robert
?
'
hallooed
Linton
from
the
entrance
.
'
Skulker
has
caught
a
little
girl
,
sir
,
'
he
replied
;
'
and
there
's
a
lad
here
,
'
he
added
,
making
a
clutch
at
me
,
'
who
looks
an
out-and-outer
!
Very
like
,
the
robbers
were
putting
them
through
the
window
to
open
the
doors
to
the
gang
after
all
were
asleep
,
that
they
might
murder
us
at
their
ease
.
Hold
your
tongue
,
you
foul-mouthed
thief
,
you
!
you
shall
go
to
the
gallows
for
this
.
Mr.
Linton
,
sir
,
do
n't
lay
by
your
gun
.
'
'
No
,
no
,
Robert
,
'
said
the
old
fool
.
'
The
rascals
knew
that
yesterday
was
my
rent
day
:
they
thought
to
have
me
cleverly
.
Come
in
;
I
'll
furnish
them
a
reception
.
There
,
John
,
fasten
the
chain
.
Give
Skulker
some
water
,
Jenny
.
To
beard
a
magistrate
in
his
stronghold
,
and
on
the
Sabbath
,
too
!
Where
will
their
insolence
stop
?
Oh
,
my
dear
Mary
,
look
here
!
Do
n't
be
afraid
,
it
is
but
a
boy
--
yet
the
villain
scowls
so
plainly
in
his
face
;
would
it
not
be
a
kindness
to
the
country
to
hang
him
at
once
,
before
he
shows
his
nature
in
acts
as
well
as
features
?
'
He
pulled
me
under
the
chandelier
,
and
Mrs.
Linton
placed
her
spectacles
on
her
nose
and
raised
her
hands
in
horror
.
The
cowardly
children
crept
nearer
also
,
Isabella
lisping
--
'
Frightful
thing
!
put
him
in
the
cellar
,
papa
.
He
's
exactly
like
the
son
of
the
fortune-teller
that
stole
my
tame
pheasant
.
Is
n't
he
,
Edgar
?
'
"
While
they
examined
me
,
Cathy
came
round
;
she
heard
the
last
speech
,
and
laughed
.
Edgar
Linton
,
after
an
inquisitive
stare
,
collected
sufficient
wit
to
recognise
her
.
They
see
us
at
church
,
you
know
,
though
we
seldom
meet
them
elsewhere
.
'
That
's
Miss
Earnshaw
!
'
he
whispered
to
his
mother
,
'
and
look
how
Skulker
has
bitten
her
--
how
her
foot
bleeds
!
'
"
'M
iss
Earnshaw
?
Nonsense
!
'
cried
the
dame
;
'
Miss
Earnshaw
scouring
the
country
with
a
gypsy
!
And
yet
,
my
dear
,
the
child
is
in
mourning
--
surely
it
is
--
and
she
may
be
maimed
for
life
!
'
"
'
What
culpable
carelessness
in
her
brother
!
'
exclaimed
Mr.
Linton
,
turning
from
me
to
Catherine
.
'
I
've
understood
from
Shielders
'
(
that
was
the
curate
,
sir
)
that
he
lets
her
grow
up
in
absolute
heathenism
.
But
who
is
this
?
Where
did
she
pick
up
this
companion
?
Oho
!
I
declare
he
is
that
strange
acquisition
my
late
neighbour
made
,
in
his
journey
to
Liverpool
--
a
little
Lascar
,
or
an
American
or
Spanish
castaway
.
'
"
'
A
wicked
boy
,
at
all
events
,
'
remarked
the
old
lady
,
'
and
quite
unfit
for
a
decent
house
!
Did
you
notice
his
language
,
Linton
?
I
'm
shocked
that
my
children
should
have
heard
it
.
'
