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"
Cathy
,
this
lamb
of
yours
threatens
like
a
bull
!
"
he
said
.
"
It
is
in
danger
of
splitting
its
skull
against
my
knuckles
.
By
God
!
Mr.
Linton
,
I
'm
mortally
sorry
that
you
are
not
worth
knocking
down
!
"
My
master
glanced
towards
the
passage
,
and
signed
me
to
fetch
the
men
:
he
had
no
intention
of
hazarding
a
personal
encounter
.
I
obeyed
the
hint
;
but
Mrs.
Linton
,
suspecting
something
,
followed
;
and
when
I
attempted
to
call
them
,
she
pulled
me
back
,
slammed
the
door
to
,
and
locked
it
.
"
Fair
means
!
"
she
said
,
in
answer
to
her
husband
's
look
of
angry
surprise
.
"
If
you
have
not
courage
to
attack
him
,
make
an
apology
,
or
allow
yourself
to
be
beaten
.
It
will
correct
you
of
feigning
more
valour
than
you
possess
.
No
,
I
'll
swallow
the
key
before
you
shall
get
it
!
I
'm
delightfully
rewarded
for
my
kindness
to
each
!
After
constant
indulgence
of
one
's
weak
nature
,
and
the
other
's
bad
one
,
I
earn
for
thanks
two
samples
of
blind
ingratitude
,
stupid
to
absurdity
!
Edgar
,
I
was
defending
you
and
yours
;
and
I
wish
Heathcliff
may
flog
you
sick
,
for
daring
to
think
an
evil
thought
of
me
!
"
It
did
not
need
the
medium
of
a
flogging
to
produce
that
effect
on
the
master
.
He
tried
to
wrest
the
key
from
Catherine
's
grasp
,
and
for
safety
she
flung
it
into
the
hottest
part
of
the
fire
;
whereupon
Mr.
Edgar
was
taken
with
a
nervous
trembling
,
and
his
countenance
grew
deadly
pale
.
For
his
life
he
could
not
avert
that
excess
of
emotion
,
mingled
anguish
and
humiliation
overcame
him
completely
.
He
leant
on
the
back
of
a
chair
,
and
covered
his
face
.
"
Oh
,
heavens
!
In
old
days
,
this
would
win
you
knighthwood
!
"
exclaimed
Mrs.
Linton
.
"
We
are
vanquished
!
we
are
vanquished
!
Heathcliff
would
as
soon
lift
a
finger
at
you
as
a
king
would
march
his
army
against
a
colony
of
mice
.
Cheer
up
!
you
sha
n't
be
hurt
!
Your
type
is
not
a
lamb
,
it
's
a
suckling
leveret
.
"
"
I
wish
you
joy
of
the
milk-blooded
coward
,
Cathy
!
"
said
her
friend
.
"
I
compliment
you
on
your
taste
.
And
that
is
the
slavering
,
shivering
thing
you
preferred
to
me
!
I
would
not
strike
him
with
my
fist
,
but
I
'd
kick
him
with
my
foot
,
and
experience
considerable
satisfaction
.
Is
he
weeping
,
or
is
he
going
to
faint
for
fear
?
"
The
fellow
approached
and
gave
the
chair
on
which
Linton
rested
a
push
.
He
'd
better
have
kept
his
distance
;
my
master
quickly
sprang
erect
,
and
struck
him
full
on
the
throat
a
blow
that
would
have
levelled
a
slighter
man
.
It
took
his
breath
for
a
minute
;
and
while
he
choked
,
Mr.
Linton
walked
out
by
the
back
door
into
the
yard
,
and
from
thence
to
the
front
entrance
.
"
There
!
you
've
done
with
coming
here
,
"
cried
Catherine
.
"
Get
away
,
now
;
he
'll
return
with
a
brace
of
pistols
,
and
half-a-dozen
assistants
.
If
he
did
overhear
us
,
of
course
he
'd
never
forgive
you
.
You
've
played
him
an
ill
turn
,
Heathcliff
!
But
go
--
make
haste
!
I
'd
rather
see
Edgar
at
bay
than
you
.
"
