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"
By
no
means
!
"
cried
Mrs.
Linton
in
answer
.
"
I
wo
n't
be
named
a
dog
in
the
manger
again
.
You
shall
stay
:
now
then
!
Heathcliff
,
why
do
n't
you
evince
satisfaction
at
my
pleasant
news
?
Isabella
swears
that
the
love
Edgar
has
for
me
is
nothing
to
that
she
entertains
for
you
.
I
'm
sure
she
made
some
speech
of
the
kind
;
did
she
not
,
Ellen
?
And
she
has
fasted
ever
since
the
day
before
yesterday
's
walk
,
from
sorrow
and
rage
that
I
despatched
her
out
of
your
society
under
the
idea
of
its
being
unacceptable
.
"
"
I
think
you
belie
her
,
"
said
Heathcliff
,
twisting
his
chair
to
face
them
.
"
She
wishes
to
be
out
of
my
society
now
,
at
any
rate
!
"
And
he
stared
hard
at
the
object
of
discourse
,
as
one
might
do
at
a
strange
repulsive
animal
:
a
centipede
from
the
Indies
,
for
instance
,
which
curiosity
leads
one
to
examine
in
spite
of
the
aversion
it
raises
.
The
poor
thing
could
n't
bear
that
:
she
grew
white
and
red
in
rapid
succession
,
and
,
while
tears
beaded
her
lashes
,
bent
the
strength
of
her
small
fingers
to
loosen
the
firm
clutch
of
Catherine
;
and
perceiving
that
as
fast
as
she
raised
one
finger
off
her
arm
another
closed
down
,
and
she
could
not
remove
the
whole
together
,
she
began
to
make
use
of
her
nails
;
and
their
sharpness
presently
ornamented
the
detainer
's
with
crescents
of
red
.
"
There
's
a
tigress
!
"
exclaimed
Mrs.
Linton
,
setting
her
free
,
and
shaking
her
hand
with
pain
.
"
Begone
,
for
God
's
sake
,
and
hide
your
vixen
face
!
How
foolish
to
reveal
those
talons
to
him
.
Ca
n't
you
fancy
the
conclusions
he
'll
draw
?
Look
,
Heathcliff
!
they
are
instruments
that
will
do
execution
--
you
must
beware
of
your
eyes
.
"
"
I
'd
wrench
them
off
her
fingers
,
if
they
ever
menaced
me
,
"
he
answered
brutally
,
when
the
door
had
closed
after
her
.
"
But
what
did
you
mean
by
teasing
the
creature
in
that
manner
,
Cathy
?
You
were
not
speaking
the
truth
,
were
you
?
"
"
I
assure
you
I
was
,
"
she
returned
.
"
She
has
been
dying
for
your
sake
several
weeks
;
and
raving
about
you
this
morning
,
and
pouring
forth
a
deluge
of
abuse
,
because
I
represented
your
failings
in
a
plain
light
,
for
the
purpose
of
mitigating
her
adoration
.
But
do
n't
notice
it
further
:
I
wished
to
punish
her
sauciness
,
that
's
all
.
I
like
her
too
well
,
my
dear
Heathcliff
,
to
let
you
absolutely
seize
and
devour
her
up
.
"
"
And
I
like
her
too
ill
to
attempt
it
,
"
said
he
,
"
except
in
a
very
ghoulish
fashion
.
You
'd
hear
of
odd
things
if
I
lived
alone
with
that
mawkish
,
waxen
face
:
the
most
ordinary
would
be
painting
on
its
white
the
colours
of
the
rainbow
,
and
turning
the
blue
eyes
black
,
every
day
or
two
:
they
detestably
resemble
Linton
's
.
"
"
Delectably
!
"
observed
Catherine
.
"
They
are
dove
's
eyes
--
angel
's
!
"
"
She
's
her
brother
's
heir
,
is
she
not
?
"
he
asked
,
after
a
brief
silence
.
