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325 of this strange talk, and I will. You contradict your own words, and distract me! Be calm and frank, and confess at once all that weighs on your heart. You wouldn’t injure me, Linton, would you? You wouldn’t let any enemy hurt me, if you could prevent it? I’ll believe you are a coward for yourself, but not a cowardly betrayer of your best friend.” “But my father threatened me,” gasped the boy, clasping his attenuated fingers, “and I dread him--I dread him! I dare not tell!” “Oh well!” said Catherine, with scornful compassion, “keep your secret, I’m no coward--save yourself; I’m not afraid!” Her magnanimity provoked his tears: he wept wildly, kissing her supporting hands, and yet could not summon courage to speak out. I was cogitating what the mystery might be, and determined Catherine should never suffer to benefit him or any one else, by my good will, when hearing a rustle among the ling, I looked up and saw Mr. Heathcliff almost close upon us, descending the Heights. He didn’t cast a glance towards my companions, though they were sufficiently near for Linton’s sobs to be audible; but hailing me in the almost hearty tone he assumed to none besides, and the sincerity of which I couldn’t avoid doubting, he said-- “It is something to see you so near to my house, Nelly! How are you at the Grange? Let us hear! The rumour goes,” he added in a lower tone, “that Edgar Linton is on his deathbed--perhaps they exaggerated his illness?” “No; my master is dying,” I replied; “it is true enough. A sad thing it will be for us all, but a blessing for him!” “How long will he last, do you think?” he asked. |
