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But
one
day
,
when
she
had
been
peculiarly
wayward
,
rejecting
her
breakfast
,
complaining
that
the
servants
did
not
do
what
she
told
them
;
that
the
mistress
would
allow
her
to
be
nothing
in
the
house
,
and
Edgar
neglected
her
;
that
she
had
caught
a
cold
with
the
doors
being
left
open
,
and
we
let
the
parlour
fire
go
out
on
purpose
to
vex
her
,
with
a
hundred
yet
more
frivolous
accusations
,
Mrs.
Linton
peremptorily
insisted
that
she
should
get
to
bed
;
and
,
having
scolded
her
heartily
,
threatened
to
send
for
the
doctor
.
Mention
of
Kenneth
caused
her
to
exclaim
,
instantly
,
that
her
health
was
perfect
,
and
it
was
only
Catherine
's
harshness
which
made
her
unhappy
.
"
How
can
you
say
I
am
harsh
,
you
naughty
fondling
?
"
cried
the
mistress
,
amazed
at
the
unreasonable
assertion
.
"
You
are
surely
losing
your
reason
.
When
have
I
been
harsh
,
tell
me
?
"
"
Yesterday
,
"
sobbed
Isabella
,
"
and
now
!
"
"
Yesterday
!
"
said
her
sister-in-law
.
"
On
what
occasion
?
"
"
In
our
walk
along
the
moor
:
you
told
me
to
ramble
where
I
pleased
,
while
you
sauntered
on
with
Mr.
Heathcliff
!
"
"
And
that
's
your
notion
of
harshness
?
"
said
Catherine
,
laughing
.
"
It
was
no
hint
that
your
company
was
superfluous
:
we
did
n't
care
whether
you
kept
with
us
or
not
;
I
merely
thought
Heathcliff
's
talk
would
have
nothing
entertaining
for
your
ears
.
"
"
Oh
,
no
,
"
wept
the
young
lady
;
"
you
wished
me
away
,
because
you
knew
I
liked
to
be
there
!
"
"
Is
she
sane
?
"
asked
Mrs.
Linton
,
appealing
to
me
.
"
I
'll
repeat
our
conversation
,
word
for
word
,
Isabella
;
and
you
point
out
any
charm
it
could
have
had
for
you
.
"
"
I
do
n't
mind
the
conversation
,
"
she
answered
:
"
I
wanted
to
be
with
-
"
