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265 “And you are my uncle, then?” she cried, reaching up to salute him. “I thought I liked you, though you were cross, at first. Why don’t you visit at the Grange with Linton? To live all these years such close neighbours, and never see us, is odd: what have you done so for?” “I visited it once or twice too often before you were born,” he answered. “There--damn it! If you have any kisses to spare, give them to Linton--they are thrown away on me.” “Naughty Ellen!” exclaimed Catherine, flying to attack me next with her lavish caresses. “Wicked Ellen! to try to hinder me from entering. But I’ll take this walk every morning in future--may I, Uncle?--and sometimes bring Papa. Won’t you be glad to see us?” “Of course!” replied the uncle, with a hardly suppressed grimace, resulting from his deep aversion to both the proposed visitors. “But stay,” he continued, turning towards the young lady. “Now I think of it, I’d better tell you. Mr. Linton has a prejudice against me: we quarrelled at one time of our lives, with unchristian ferocity; and, if you mention coming here to him, he’ll put a veto on your visits altogether. Therefore, you must not mention it, unless you be careless of seeing your cousin hereafter: you may come, if you will, but you must not mention it.” “Why did you quarrel?” asked Catherine, considerably crestfallen. “He thought me too poor to wed his sister,” answered Heathcliff, “and was grieved that I got her--his pride was hurt, and he’ll never forget it.” “That’s wrong!” said the young lady: “some time, I’ll tell him so. But Linton and I have no share in your quarrel. I’ll not come here, then; he shall come to the Grange.” |
