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"
Ah
!
and
the
devil
teaches
you
to
swear
at
daddy
?
"
I
observed
.
"
Ah
--
nay
,
"
he
drawled
.
"
Who
then
?
"
"
Heathcliff
.
"
I
asked
if
he
liked
Mr.
Heathcliff
.
"
Ay
!
"
he
answered
again
.
Desiring
to
have
his
reasons
for
liking
him
,
I
could
only
gather
the
sentences
--
"
I
know
n't
:
he
pays
dad
back
what
he
gies
to
me
--
he
curses
daddy
for
cursing
me
.
He
says
I
mun
do
as
I
will
.
"
"
And
the
curate
does
not
teach
you
to
read
and
write
then
?
"
I
pursued
.
"
No
,
I
was
told
the
curate
should
have
his
--
teeth
dashed
down
his
--
throat
,
if
he
stepped
over
the
threshold
--
Heathcliff
had
promised
that
!
"
I
put
the
orange
in
his
hand
,
and
bade
him
tell
his
father
that
a
woman
called
Nelly
Dean
was
waiting
to
speak
with
him
,
by
the
garden
gate
.
