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Intelligence
of
Mr.
Hindley
's
arrival
drove
Linton
speedily
to
his
horse
,
and
Catherine
to
her
chamber
I
went
to
hide
little
Hareton
,
and
to
take
the
shot
out
of
the
master
's
fowling-piece
,
which
he
was
fond
of
playing
with
in
his
insane
excitement
,
to
the
hazard
of
the
lives
of
any
who
provoked
,
or
even
attracted
his
notice
too
much
;
and
I
had
hit
upon
the
plan
of
removing
it
,
that
he
might
do
less
mischief
if
he
did
go
the
length
of
firing
the
gun
.
He
entered
,
vociferating
oaths
dreadful
to
hear
;
and
caught
me
in
the
act
of
stowing
his
son
away
in
the
kitchen
cupboard
.
Hareton
was
impressed
with
a
wholesome
terror
of
encountering
either
his
wild
beast
's
fondness
or
his
madman
's
rage
;
for
in
one
he
ran
a
chance
of
being
squeezed
and
kissed
to
death
,
and
in
the
other
of
being
flung
into
the
fire
,
or
dashed
against
the
wall
;
and
the
poor
thing
remained
perfectly
quiet
wherever
I
chose
to
put
him
.
"
There
,
I
've
found
it
out
at
last
!
"
cried
Hindley
,
pulling
me
back
by
the
skin
of
my
neck
,
like
a
dog
.
"
By
heaven
and
hell
,
you
've
sworn
between
you
to
murder
that
child
!
I
know
how
it
is
,
now
,
that
he
is
always
out
of
my
way
.
But
,
with
the
help
of
Satan
,
I
shall
make
you
swallow
the
carving-knife
,
Nelly
.
You
need
n't
laugh
;
for
I
've
just
crammed
Kenneth
,
head-downmost
,
in
the
Blackhorse
marsh
;
and
two
is
the
same
as
one
--
and
I
want
to
kill
some
of
you
:
I
shall
have
no
rest
till
I
do
!
"
"
But
I
do
n't
like
the
carving-knife
,
Mr.
Hindley
,
"
I
answered
:
"
it
has
been
cutting
red
herrings
.
I
'd
rather
be
shot
,
if
you
please
.
"
"
You
'd
rather
be
damned
!
"
he
said
;
"
and
so
you
shall
.
No
law
in
England
can
hinder
a
man
from
keeping
his
house
decent
,
and
mine
's
abominable
!
open
your
mouth
.
"
He
held
the
knife
in
his
hand
,
and
pushed
its
point
between
my
teeth
:
but
,
for
my
part
,
I
was
never
much
afraid
of
his
vagaries
.
I
spat
out
,
and
affirmed
it
tasted
detestably
--
I
would
not
take
it
on
any
account
.
"
Oh
!
"
said
he
,
releasing
me
,
"
I
see
that
hideous
little
villain
is
not
Hareton
:
I
beg
your
pardon
,
Nell
.
If
it
be
,
he
deserves
flaying
alive
for
not
running
to
welcome
me
,
and
for
screaming
as
if
I
were
a
goblin
.
Unnatural
cub
,
come
hither
!
I
'll
teach
thee
to
impose
on
a
good-hearted
,
deluded
father
.
Now
,
do
n't
you
think
the
lad
would
be
handsomer
cropped
?
It
makes
a
dog
fiercer
,
and
I
love
something
fierce
--
get
me
a
scissors
--
something
fierce
and
trim
!
Besides
,
it
's
infernal
affectation
--
devilish
conceit
it
is
,
to
cherish
our
ears
--
we
're
asses
enough
without
them
.
Hush
,
child
,
hush
!
Well
then
,
it
is
my
darling
!
wisht
,
dry
thy
eyes
--
there
's
a
joy
;
kiss
me
.
What
!
it
wo
n't
?
Kiss
me
,
Hareton
!
Damn
thee
,
kiss
me
!
By
God
,
as
if
I
would
rear
such
a
monster
!
As
sure
as
I
'm
living
,
I
'll
break
the
brat
's
neck
.
"
Poor
Hareton
was
squalling
and
kicking
in
his
father
's
arms
with
all
his
might
,
and
redoubled
his
yells
when
he
carried
him
upstairs
and
lifted
him
over
the
banister
.
I
cried
out
that
he
would
frighten
the
child
into
fits
,
and
ran
to
rescue
him
.
As
I
reached
them
,
Hindley
leant
forward
on
the
rails
to
listen
to
a
noise
below
;
almost
forgetting
what
he
had
in
his
hands
.
"
Who
is
that
?
"
he
asked
,
hearing
some
one
approaching
the
stair
's
foot
.
I
leant
forward
also
,
for
the
purpose
of
signing
to
Heathcliff
,
whose
step
I
recognized
,
not
to
come
further
;
and
,
at
the
instant
when
my
eye
quitted
Hareton
,
he
gave
a
sudden
spring
,
delivered
himself
from
the
careless
grasp
that
held
him
,
and
fell
.
There
was
scarcely
time
to
experience
a
thrill
of
horror
before
we
saw
that
the
little
wretch
was
safe
.
Heathcliff
arrived
underneath
just
at
the
critical
moment
;
by
a
natural
impulse
,
he
arrested
his
descent
,
and
setting
him
on
his
feet
,
looked
up
to
discover
the
author
of
the
accident
.
A
miser
who
has
parted
with
a
lucky
lottery
ticket
for
five
shillings
,
and
finds
next
day
he
has
lost
in
the
bargain
five
thousand
pounds
,
could
not
show
a
blanker
countenance
than
he
did
on
beholding
the
figure
of
Mr.
Earnshaw
above
.
It
expressed
,
plainer
than
words
could
do
,
the
intense
anguish
at
having
made
himself
the
instrument
of
thwarting
his
own
revenge
.
Had
it
been
dark
,
I
dare
say
,
he
would
have
tried
to
remedy
the
mistake
by
smashing
Hareton
's
skull
on
the
steps
;
but
we
witnessed
his
salvation
;
and
I
was
presently
below
with
my
precious
charge
pressed
to
my
heart
.
Hindley
descended
more
leisurely
,
sobered
and
abashed
.
