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169 lived in an ancient castle. Heathcliff stayed to speak to him, and I entered the kitchen--a dingy, untidy hole; I daresay you would not know it, it is so changed since it was in your charge. By the fire stood a ruffianly child, strong in limb and dirty in garb, with a look of Catherine in his eyes and about his mouth. “This is Edgar’s legal nephew,” I reflected--“mine in a manner; I must shake hands, and--yes--I must kiss him. It is right to establish a good understanding at the beginning.” I approached, and, attempting to take his chubby fist, said-- “How do you do, my dear?” He replied in a jargon I did not comprehend. “Shall you and I be friends, Hareton?” was my next essay at conversation. An oath, and a threat to set Throttler on me if I did not “frame off” rewarded my perseverance. “Hey, Throttler, lad!” whispered the little wretch, rousing a half-bred bulldog from its lair in a corner. “Now, wilt tuh be ganging?” he asked authoritatively. Love for my life urged a compliance; I stepped over the threshold to wait till the others should enter. Mr. Heathcliff was nowhere visible; and Joseph, whom I followed to the stables, and requested to accompany me in, after staring and muttering to himself, screwed up his nose and replied: “Mim! mim! mim! Did iver a Christian body hear owt like it? Minching un munching! Hah can Aw tell whet ye say?” “I say, I wish you to come with me into the house!” I cried, thinking him deaf, yet highly disgusted at his rudeness. “Nor nuh me! Aw getten summet else to do,” he answered, and |
