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126 “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 didn’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 know 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 don’t mind the conversation,” she answered. “I wanted to be with--” “Well!” said Catherine, perceiving her hesitate to complete the sentence. “With him; and I won’t be always sent off!” she continued, kindling up. “You are a dog in the manger, Cathy, and desire no one to be loved but yourself!” “You are an impertinent little monkey!” exclaimed Mrs. Linton, in surprise. “But I’ll not believe this idiocy! It is impossible that you can covet the admiration of Heathcliff--that you can consider him an agreeable person! I hope I have misunderstood you, Isabella?” “No, you have not,” said the infatuated girl. “I love him more than ever you loved Edgar; and he might love me, if you would let him!” “I wouldn’t be you for a kingdom, then!” Catherine declared, emphatically--and she seemed to speak sincerely. “Nelly, help me |
