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"
Where
's
Heathcliff
?
"
she
said
,
interrupting
me
.
"
About
his
work
in
the
stable
,
"
was
my
answer
.
He
did
not
contradict
me
;
perhaps
he
had
fallen
into
a
doze
.
There
followed
another
long
pause
,
during
which
I
perceived
a
drop
or
two
trickle
from
Catherine
's
cheek
to
the
flags
.
Is
she
sorry
for
her
shameful
conduct
?
I
asked
myself
.
That
will
be
a
novelty
:
but
she
may
come
to
the
point
as
she
will
--
I
sha
n't
help
her
!
No
,
she
felt
small
trouble
regarding
any
subject
,
save
her
own
concerns
.
"
Oh
,
dear
!
"
she
cried
at
last
.
"
I
'm
very
unhappy
!
"
"
A
pity
,
"
observed
I.
"
You
're
hard
to
please
:
so
many
friends
and
so
few
cares
,
and
ca
n't
make
yourself
content
!
"
"
Nelly
,
will
you
keep
a
secret
for
me
?
"
she
pursued
,
kneeling
down
by
me
,
and
lifting
her
winsome
eyes
to
my
face
with
that
sort
of
look
which
turns
off
bad
temper
,
even
when
one
has
all
the
right
in
the
world
to
indulge
it
.
"
Is
it
worth
keeping
?
"
I
enquired
.
"
Yes
,
and
it
worries
me
,
and
I
must
let
it
out
!
I
want
to
know
what
I
should
do
.
To-day
,
Edgar
Linton
has
asked
me
to
marry
him
,
and
I
've
given
him
an
answer
.
Now
,
before
I
tell
you
whether
it
was
a
consent
or
denial
,
you
tell
me
which
it
ought
to
have
been
.
"
"
Really
,
Miss
Catherine
,
how
can
I
know
?
"
I
replied
.
"
To
be
sure
,
considering
the
exhibition
you
performed
in
his
presence
this
afternoon
,
I
might
say
it
would
be
wise
to
refuse
him
:
since
he
asked
you
after
that
,
he
must
either
be
hopelessly
stupid
or
a
venturesome
fool
.
"
