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"
Shake
hands
,
Heathcliff
,
"
said
Mr.
Earnshaw
,
condescendingly
;
"
once
in
a
way
,
that
is
permitted
.
"
"
I
shall
not
,
"
replied
the
boy
,
finding
his
tongue
at
last
;
"
I
shall
not
stand
to
be
laughed
at
.
I
shall
not
bear
it
!
"
And
he
would
have
broken
from
the
circle
,
but
Miss
Cathy
seized
him
again
.
"
I
did
not
mean
to
laugh
at
you
,
"
she
said
;
"
I
could
not
hinder
myself
:
Heathcliff
,
shake
hands
at
least
!
What
are
you
sulky
for
?
It
was
only
that
you
looked
odd
.
If
you
wash
your
face
and
brush
your
hair
,
it
will
be
all
right
;
but
you
are
so
dirty
!
"
She
gazed
concernedly
at
the
dusky
fingers
she
held
in
her
own
,
and
also
at
her
dress
;
which
she
feared
had
gained
no
embellishment
from
its
contact
with
his
.
"
You
need
n't
have
touched
me
!
"
he
answered
,
following
her
eye
and
snatching
away
his
hand
.
"
I
shall
be
as
dirty
as
I
please
:
and
I
like
to
be
dirty
,
and
I
will
be
dirty
.
"
With
that
he
dashed
head
foremost
out
of
the
room
,
amid
the
merriment
of
the
master
and
mistress
,
and
to
the
serious
disturbance
of
Catherine
;
who
could
not
comprehend
how
her
remarks
should
have
produced
such
an
exhibition
of
bad
temper
.
After
playing
lady
's
-
maid
to
the
newcomer
,
and
putting
my
cakes
in
the
oven
,
and
making
the
house
and
kitchen
cheerful
with
great
fires
,
befitting
Christmas
eve
,
I
prepared
to
sit
down
and
amuse
myself
by
singing
carols
,
all
alone
;
regardless
of
Joseph
's
affirmations
that
he
considered
the
merry
tunes
I
chose
as
next
door
to
songs
.
He
had
retired
to
private
prayer
in
his
chamber
,
and
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Earnshaw
were
engaging
Missy
's
attention
by
sundry
gay
trifles
bought
for
her
to
present
to
the
little
Lintons
,
as
an
acknowledgment
of
their
kindness
.
They
had
invited
them
to
spend
the
morrow
at
Wuthering
Heights
,
and
the
invitation
had
been
accepted
,
on
one
condition
:
Mrs.
Linton
begged
that
her
darlings
might
be
kept
carefully
apart
from
that
"
naughty
swearing
boy
.
"
Under
these
circumstances
I
remained
solitary
.
I
smelt
the
rich
scent
of
the
heating
spices
;
and
admired
the
shining
kitchen
utensils
,
the
polished
clock
,
decked
in
holly
,
the
silver
mugs
ranged
on
a
tray
ready
to
be
filled
with
mulled
ale
for
supper
;
and
above
all
,
the
speckless
purity
of
my
particular
care
--
the
scoured
and
well-swept
floor
.
I
gave
due
inward
applause
to
every
object
,
and
then
I
remembered
how
old
Earnshaw
used
to
come
in
when
all
was
tidied
,
and
call
me
a
cant
lass
,
and
slip
a
shilling
into
my
hand
as
a
Christmas-box
;
and
from
that
I
went
on
to
think
of
his
fondness
for
Heathcliff
,
and
his
dread
lest
he
should
suffer
neglect
after
death
had
removed
him
;
and
that
naturally
led
me
to
consider
the
poor
lad
's
situation
now
,
and
from
singing
I
changed
my
mind
to
crying
.
It
struck
me
soon
,
however
,
there
would
be
more
sense
in
endeavouring
to
repair
some
of
his
wrongs
than
shedding
tears
over
them
:
I
got
up
and
walked
into
the
court
to
seek
him
.
He
was
not
far
;
I
found
him
smoothing
the
glossy
coat
of
the
new
pony
in
the
stable
,
and
feeding
the
other
beasts
,
according
to
custom
.
