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239 rises in the marsh, and to hear about the fairishes, as you call them--but make haste! What’s the matter? Get my horse, I say.” “I’ll see thee damned before I be thy servant!” growled the lad. “You’ll see me what?” asked Catherine in surprise. “Damned--thou saucy witch!” he replied. “There, Miss Cathy! you see you have got into pretty company,” I interposed. “Nice words to be used to a young lady! Pray don’t begin to dispute with him. Come, let us seek for Minny ourselves, and begone.” “But Ellen,” cried she, staring, fixed in astonishment, “how dare he speak so to me? Mustn’t he be made to do as I ask him? You wicked creature, I shall tell Papa what you said.--Now then!” Hareton did not appear to feel this threat; so the tears sprung into her eyes with indignation. “You bring the pony,” she exclaimed, turning to the woman, “and let my dog free this moment!” “Softly, Miss,” answered the addressed; “you’ll lose nothing by being civil. Though Mr. Hareton, there, be not the master’s son, he’s your cousin; and I was never hired to serve you.” “He my cousin!” cried Cathy, with a scornful laugh. “Yes, indeed,” responded her reprover. “Oh, Ellen! don’t let them say such things,” she pursued, in great trouble. “Papa is gone to fetch my cousin from London--my cousin is a gentleman’s son. That my--” she stopped, and wept outright; upset at the bare notion of relationship with such a clown. “Hush, hush!” I whispered, “people can have many cousins, and of all sorts, Miss Cathy, without being any the worse for it; only they needn’t keep their company, if they be disagreeable and |
