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303 “I shall have another happy evening, I thought to myself, and what delights me more, my pretty Linton will. “I trotted up their garden, and was turning round to the back, when that fellow Earnshaw met me, took my bridle, and bid me go in by the front entrance. He patted Minny’s neck, and said she was a bonny beast, and appeared as if he wanted me to speak to him. I only told him to leave my horse alone, or else it would kick him. “He answered in his vulgar accent, ‘It wouldn’t do mitch hurt if it did’; and surveyed its legs with a smile. I was half inclined to make it try; however, he moved off to open the door, and, as he raised the latch, he looked up to the inscription above, and said, with a stupid mixture of awkwardness and elation-- “‘Miss Catherine! I can read yon, nah.’ “‘Wonderful,’ I exclaimed. ‘Pray let us hear you--you are grown clever!’ He spelt, and drawled over by syllables, the name-- ‘Hareton Earnshaw.’ “‘And the figures?’ I cried encouragingly, perceiving that he came to a dead halt. “‘I cannot tell them yet,’ he answered. “‘Oh, you dunce!’ I said, laughing heartily at his failure. “The fool stared, with a grin hovering about his lips, and a scowl gathering over his eyes, as if uncertain whether he might not join in my mirth, whether it were not pleasant familiarity, or what it really was, contempt. I settled his doubts, by suddenly retrieving my gravity and desiring him to walk away, for I came to see Linton, not him. “He reddened--I saw that by the moonlight--dropped his hand from the latch, and skulked off, a picture of mortified vanity. He imagined himself to be as accomplished as Linton, I suppose, |
