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274 asked, rising to her feet. “And just send those books I promised to lend him? His books are not as nice as mine, and he wanted to have them extremely, when I told him how interesting they were. May I not, Ellen?” “No, indeed! no, indeed!” replied I with decision. “Then he would write to you, and there’d never be an end of it. No, Miss Catherine, the acquaintance must be dropped entirely: so Papa expects, and I shall see that it is done.” “But how can one little note--” she recommenced, putting on an imploring countenance. “Silence!” I interrupted. “We’ll not begin with your little notes. Get into bed.” She threw at me a very naughty look, so naughty that I would not kiss her good night at first; I covered her up, and shut her door, in great displeasure; but, repenting halfway, I returned softly, and lo! there was Miss, standing at the table with a bit of blank paper before her and a pencil in her hand, which she guiltily slipped out of sight, on my re-entrance. “You’ll get nobody to take that, Catherine,” I said, “if you write it; and at present I shall put out your candle.” I set the extinguisher on the flame, receiving as I did so a slap on my hand, and a petulant “Cross thing!” I then quitted her again, and she drew the bolt in one of her worst, most peevish humours. The letter was finished and forwarded to its destination by a milk-fetcher who came from the village; but that I didn’t learn till some time afterwards. Weeks passed on, and Cathy recovered her temper; though she grew wondrous fond of stealing off to corners by herself; and often, if I came near her suddenly while reading, |
