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I
obeyed
;
and
hemmed
,
and
called
the
villain
Juno
,
who
deigned
,
at
this
second
interview
,
to
move
the
extreme
tip
of
her
tail
,
in
token
of
owning
my
acquaintance
.
"
A
beautiful
animal
!
"
I
commented
again
.
"
Do
you
intend
parting
with
the
little
ones
,
madam
?
"
"
They
are
not
mine
,
"
said
the
amiable
hostess
,
more
repellingly
than
Heathcliff
himself
could
have
replied
.
"
Ah
,
your
favourites
are
among
these
?
"
I
continued
,
turning
to
an
obscure
cushion
full
of
something
like
cats
.
"
A
strange
choice
of
favourites
!
"
she
observed
scornfully
.
Unluckily
,
it
was
a
heap
of
dead
rabbits
.
I
hemmed
once
more
,
and
drew
closer
to
the
hearth
,
repeating
my
comment
on
the
wildness
of
the
evening
.
"
You
should
not
have
come
out
,
"
she
said
,
rising
and
reaching
from
the
chimney-piece
two
of
the
painted
canisters
.
Her
position
before
was
sheltered
from
the
light
;
now
,
I
had
a
distinct
view
of
her
whole
figure
and
countenance
.
She
was
slender
,
and
apparently
scarcely
past
girlhood
:
an
admirable
form
,
and
the
most
exquisite
little
face
that
I
have
ever
had
the
pleasure
of
beholding
;
small
features
,
very
fair
;
flaxen
ringlets
,
or
rather
golden
,
hanging
loose
on
her
delicate
neck
;
and
eyes
,
had
they
been
agreeable
in
expression
,
that
would
have
been
irresistible
:
fortunately
for
my
susceptible
heart
,
the
only
sentiment
they
evinced
hovered
between
scorn
,
and
a
kind
of
desperation
,
singularly
unnatural
to
be
detected
there
.
The
canisters
were
almost
out
of
her
reach
;
I
made
a
motion
to
aid
her
;
she
turned
upon
me
as
a
miser
might
turn
if
anyone
attempted
to
assist
him
in
counting
his
gold
.
"
I
do
n't
want
your
help
,
"
she
snapped
;
"
I
can
get
them
for
myself
.
"
