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266 “It will be too far for me,” murmured her cousin; “to walk four miles would kill me. No, come here, Miss Catherine, now and then, not every morning, but once or twice a week.” The father launched towards his son a glance of bitter contempt. “I am afraid, Nelly, I shall lose my labour,” he muttered to me. “Miss Catherine, as the ninny calls her, will discover his value, and send him to the devil. Now, if it had been Hareton!--Do you know that, twenty times a day, I covet Hareton, with all his degradation? I’d have loved the lad had he been some one else. But I think he’s safe from her love. I’ll pit him against that paltry creature, unless it bestir itself briskly. We calculate it will scarcely last till it is eighteen. Oh, confound the vapid thing! He’s absorbed in drying his feet, and never looks at her--Linton!” “Yes, Father,” answered the boy. “Have you nothing to show your cousin, anywhere about? not even a rabbit or a weasel’s nest? Take her into the garden, before you change your shoes, and into the stable to see your horse.” “Wouldn’t you rather sit here?” asked Linton, addressing Cathy in a tone which expressed reluctance to move again. “I don’t know,” she replied, casting a longing look at the door, and evidently eager to be active. He kept his seat, and shrank closer to the fire. Heathcliff rose, and went into the kitchen, and from thence to the yard, calling out for Hareton. Hareton responded, and presently the two re-entered. The young man had been washing himself, as was visible by the glow on his cheeks, and his wetted hair. “Oh, I’ll ask you, Uncle,” cried Miss Cathy, recollecting the |
