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Catherine
took
a
hand
of
each
of
the
children
,
and
brought
them
into
the
house
and
set
them
before
the
fire
,
which
quickly
put
colour
into
their
white
faces
.
I
urged
my
companion
to
hasten
now
and
show
his
amiable
humour
,
and
he
willingly
obeyed
;
but
ill
luck
would
have
it
that
,
as
he
opened
the
door
leading
from
the
kitchen
on
one
side
,
Hindley
opened
it
on
the
other
.
They
met
,
and
the
master
,
irritated
at
seeing
him
clean
and
cheerful
;
or
,
perhaps
,
eager
to
keep
his
promise
to
Mrs.
Linton
,
shoved
him
back
with
a
sudden
thrust
,
and
angrily
bade
Joseph
"
keep
the
fellow
out
of
the
room
--
send
him
into
the
garret
till
dinner
is
over
.
He
'll
be
cramming
his
fingers
in
the
tarts
and
stealing
the
fruit
,
if
left
alone
with
them
a
minute
.
"
"
Nay
,
sir
,
"
I
could
not
avoid
answering
,
"
he
'll
touch
nothing
,
not
he
:
and
I
suppose
he
must
have
his
share
of
the
dainties
as
well
as
we
.
"
"
He
shall
have
his
share
of
my
hand
,
if
I
catch
him
downstairs
till
dark
,
"
cried
Hindley
.
"
Begone
,
you
vagabond
!
What
!
you
are
attempting
the
coxcomb
,
are
you
?
Wait
till
I
get
hold
of
those
elegant
locks
--
see
if
I
wo
n't
pull
them
a
bit
longer
.
"
"
They
are
long
enough
,
already
,
"
observed
Master
Linton
,
peeping
from
the
doorway
;
"
I
wonder
they
do
n't
make
his
head
ache
.
It
's
like
a
colt
's
mane
over
his
eyes
!
"
He
ventured
this
remark
without
any
intention
to
insult
;
but
Heathcliff
's
violent
nature
was
not
prepared
to
endure
the
appearance
of
impertinence
from
one
whom
he
seemed
to
hate
,
even
then
,
as
a
rival
.
He
seized
a
tureen
of
hot
apple
sauce
(
the
first
thing
that
came
under
his
gripe
)
and
dashed
it
full
against
the
speaker
's
face
and
neck
;
who
instantly
commenced
a
lament
that
brought
Isabella
and
Catherine
hurrying
to
the
place
.
Mr.
Earnshaw
snatched
up
the
culprit
directly
and
conveyed
him
to
his
chamber
;
where
,
doubtless
,
he
administered
a
rough
remedy
to
cool
the
fit
of
passion
,
for
he
appeared
red
and
breathless
.
I
got
the
dishcloth
,
and
rather
spitefully
scrubbed
Edgar
's
nose
and
mouth
,
affirming
it
served
him
right
for
meddling
.
His
sister
began
weeping
to
go
home
,
and
Cathy
stood
by
confounded
,
blushing
for
all
.
"
You
should
not
have
spoken
to
him
!
"
she
expostulated
with
Master
Linton
.
"
He
was
in
a
bad
temper
,
and
now
you
've
spoilt
your
visit
;
and
he
'll
be
flogged
:
I
hate
him
to
be
flogged
!
I
ca
n't
eat
my
dinner
.
Why
did
you
speak
to
him
,
Edgar
?
"
"
I
did
n't
,
"
sobbed
the
youth
,
escaping
from
my
hands
,
and
finishing
the
remainder
of
the
purification
with
his
cambric
pocket-handkerchief
.
"
I
promised
mamma
that
I
would
n't
say
one
word
to
him
,
and
I
did
n't
.
"
"
Well
,
do
n't
cry
,
"
replied
Catherine
,
contemptuously
,
"
you
're
not
killed
.
Do
n't
make
more
mischief
;
my
brother
is
coming
:
be
quiet
!
Hush
!
Isabella
!
Has
anybody
hurt
you
?
"
