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"
I
am
come
to
see
thy
father
,
Hareton
,
"
I
added
guessing
from
the
action
that
Nelly
,
if
she
lived
in
his
memory
at
all
,
was
not
recognized
as
one
with
me
.
He
raised
his
missile
to
hurl
it
;
I
commenced
a
soothing
speech
,
but
could
not
stay
his
hand
:
the
stone
struck
my
bonnet
;
and
then
ensued
,
from
the
stammering
lips
of
the
little
fellow
,
a
string
of
curses
,
which
,
whether
he
comprehended
them
or
not
,
were
delivered
with
practised
emphasis
,
and
distorted
his
baby
features
into
a
shocking
expression
of
malignity
.
You
may
be
certain
this
grieved
more
than
angered
me
.
Fit
to
cry
,
I
took
an
orange
from
my
pocket
,
and
offered
it
to
propitiate
him
.
He
hesitated
,
and
then
snatched
it
from
my
hold
;
as
if
he
fancied
I
only
intended
to
tempt
and
disappoint
him
.
I
showed
him
another
,
keeping
it
out
of
his
reach
.
"
Who
has
taught
you
those
fine
words
,
my
bairn
?
"
I
enquired
.
"
The
curate
?
"
"
Damn
the
curate
,
and
thee
!
Gie
me
that
,
"
he
replied
.
"
Tell
us
where
you
got
your
lessons
,
and
you
shall
have
it
,
"
said
I.
"
Who
's
your
master
?
"
"
Devil
daddy
,
"
was
his
answer
.
"
And
what
do
you
learn
from
daddy
?
"
I
continued
.
He
jumped
at
the
fruit
;
I
raised
it
higher
.
"
What
does
he
teach
you
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Naught
,
"
said
he
,
"
but
to
keep
out
of
his
gait
.
Daddy
can
not
bide
me
,
because
I
swear
at
him
.
"
