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132 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. “I should be sorry to think so,” returned his companion. “Half- a- dozen nephews shall erase her title, please heaven! Abstract your mind from the subject at present,--you are too prone to covet your neighbour’s goods; remember this neighbour’s goods are mine.” “If they were mine, they would be none the less that,” said Heathcliff; “but though Isabella Linton may be silly, she is scarcely mad; and--in short, we’ll dismiss the matter, as you advise.” From their tongues, they did dismiss it; and Catherine, probably, from her thoughts. The other, I felt certain, recalled it often in the course of the evening. I saw him smile to himself--grin rather--and lapse into ominous musing whenever Mrs. Linton had occasion to be absent from the apartment. I determined to watch his movements. My heart invariably cleaved to the master’s, in preference to Catherine’s side,--with reason I imagined, for he was kind, and trustful, and honourable; and she--she could not be called the opposite, yet she seemed to allow herself such wide latitude, that I had little faith in her principles, and still less sympathy for her feelings. I wanted |
