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"
What
's
that
,
then
?
"
I
retorted
,
showing
a
decided
purple
witness
to
refute
her
.
She
stamped
her
foot
,
wavered
a
moment
,
and
then
irresistibly
impelled
by
the
naughty
spirit
within
her
,
slapped
me
on
the
cheek
:
a
stinging
blow
that
filled
both
eyes
with
water
.
"
Catherine
,
love
!
Catherine
!
"
interposed
Linton
,
greatly
shocked
at
the
double
fault
of
falsehood
and
violence
which
his
idol
had
committed
.
"
Leave
the
room
,
Ellen
!
"
she
repeated
,
trembling
all
over
.
Little
Hareton
,
who
followed
me
everywhere
,
and
was
sitting
near
me
on
the
floor
,
at
seeing
my
tears
commenced
crying
himself
,
and
sobbed
out
complaints
against
"
wicked
Aunt
Cathy
,
"
which
drew
her
fury
on
to
his
unlucky
head
:
she
seized
his
shoulders
,
and
shook
him
till
the
poor
child
waxed
livid
,
and
Edgar
thoughtlessly
laid
hold
of
her
hands
to
deliver
him
.
In
an
instant
one
was
wrung
free
,
and
the
astonished
young
man
felt
it
applied
over
his
own
ear
in
a
way
that
could
not
be
mistaken
for
jest
.
He
drew
back
in
consternation
.
I
lifted
Hareton
in
my
arms
,
and
walked
off
to
the
kitchen
with
him
,
leaving
the
door
of
communication
open
,
for
I
was
curious
to
watch
how
they
would
settle
their
disagreement
.
The
insulted
visitor
moved
to
the
spot
where
he
had
laid
his
hat
,
pale
and
with
a
quivering
lip
.
"
That
's
right
!
"
I
said
to
myself
"
Take
warning
and
begone
!
It
's
a
kindness
to
let
you
have
a
glimpse
of
her
genuine
disposition
.
"
"
Where
are
you
going
?
"
demanded
Catherine
,
advancing
to
the
door
.
He
swerved
aside
,
and
tried
to
pass
.
"
You
must
not
go
!
"
she
exclaimed
energetically
.
"
I
must
and
shall
!
"
he
replied
in
a
subdued
voice
.
