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Her
companion
rose
up
,
but
he
had
n't
time
to
express
his
feelings
further
,
for
a
horse
's
feet
were
heard
on
the
flags
,
and
having
knocked
gently
,
young
Linton
entered
,
his
face
brilliant
with
delight
at
the
unexpected
summons
he
had
received
.
Doubtless
Catherine
marked
the
difference
between
her
friends
,
as
one
came
in
and
the
other
went
out
.
The
contrast
resembled
what
you
see
in
exchanging
a
bleak
,
hilly
,
coal
country
for
a
beautiful
fertile
valley
;
and
his
voice
and
greeting
were
as
opposite
as
his
aspect
.
He
had
a
sweet
,
low
manner
of
speaking
,
and
pronounced
his
words
as
you
do
:
that
's
less
gruff
than
we
talk
here
,
and
softer
.
"
I
'm
not
come
too
soon
,
am
I
?
"
he
said
,
casting
a
look
at
me
:
I
had
begun
to
wipe
the
plate
,
and
tidy
some
drawers
at
the
far
end
in
the
dresser
.
"
No
,
"
answered
Catherine
.
"
What
are
you
doing
there
,
Nelly
?
"
"
My
work
,
miss
,
"
I
replied
.
(
Mr.
Hindley
had
given
me
directions
to
make
a
third
party
in
any
private
visits
Linton
chose
to
pay
.
)
She
stepped
behind
me
and
whispered
crossly
,
"
Take
yourself
and
your
dusters
off
;
when
company
are
in
the
house
,
servants
do
n't
commence
scouring
and
cleaning
in
the
room
where
they
are
!
"
"
It
's
a
good
opportunity
,
now
that
the
master
is
away
,
"
I
answered
aloud
:
"
he
hates
me
to
be
fidgeting
over
these
things
in
his
presence
.
I
'm
sure
Mr.
Edgar
will
excuse
me
.
"
"
I
hate
you
to
be
fidgeting
in
my
presence
,
"
exclaimed
the
young
lady
imperiously
,
not
allowing
her
guest
time
to
speak
:
she
had
failed
to
recover
her
equanimity
since
the
little
dispute
with
Heathcliff
.
"
I
'm
sorry
for
it
,
Miss
Catherine
,
"
was
my
response
;
and
I
proceeded
assiduously
with
my
occupation
.
She
,
supposing
Edgar
could
not
see
her
,
snatched
the
cloth
from
my
hand
,
and
pinched
me
,
with
a
prolonged
wrench
,
very
spitefully
on
the
arm
.
I
've
said
I
did
not
love
her
,
and
rather
relished
mortifying
her
vanity
now
and
then
:
besides
,
she
hurt
me
extremely
;
so
I
started
up
from
my
knees
,
and
screamed
out
,
"
Oh
,
miss
,
that
's
a
nasty
trick
!
You
have
no
right
to
nip
me
,
and
I
'm
not
going
to
bear
it
.
"
"
I
did
n't
touch
you
,
you
lying
creature
!
"
cried
she
,
her
fingers
tingling
to
repeat
the
act
,
and
her
ears
red
with
rage
.
She
never
had
power
to
conceal
her
passion
,
it
always
set
her
whole
complexion
in
a
blaze
.
