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252 whence a light mist mounted and formed a fleecy cloud on the skirts of the blue. “It is not so buried in trees,” I replied, “and it is not quite so large, but you can see the country beautifully, all round; and the air is healthier for you--fresher and dryer. You will, perhaps, think the building old and dark at first; though it is a respectable house,--the next best in the neighbourhood. And you will have such nice rambles on the moors. Hareton Earnshaw--that is Miss Cathy’s other cousin, and so yours in a manner--will show you all the sweetest spots; and you can bring a book in fine weather, and make a green hollow your study; and, now and then, your uncle may join you in a walk: he does, frequently, walk out on the hills.” “And what is my father like?” he asked. “Is he as young and handsome as Uncle?” “He’s as young,” said I; “but he has black hair and eyes, and looks sterner; and he is taller and bigger altogether. He’ll not seem to you so gentle and kind at first, perhaps, because it is not his way--still, mind you be frank and cordial with him; and naturally he’ll be fonder of you than any uncle, for you are his own.” “Black hair and eyes!” mused Linton. “I can’t fancy him. Then I am not like him, am I?” “Not much,” I answered . . . Not a morsel, I thought, surveying with regret the white complexion and slim frame of my companion, and his large languid eyes . . . his mother’s eyes, save that, unless a morbid touchiness kindled them a moment, they had not a vestige of her sparkling spirit. “How strange that he should never come to see Mama and me!” he murmured. “Has he ever seen me? If he has, I must have been a baby--I remember not a single thing about him!” |
