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327 your hand.” “Take mine,” said his father; “stand on your feet. There now-- she’ll lend you her arm . . . that’s right, look at her. You would imagine I was the devil himself, Miss Linton, to excite such horror. Be so kind as to walk home with him, will you? He shudders, if I touch him.” “Linton, dear!” whispered Catherine, “I can’t go to Wuthering Heights . . . Papa has forbidden me . . . He’ll not harm you, why are you so afraid?” “I can never re-enter that house,” he answered. “I’m not to re- enter it without you!” “Stop!” cried his father. “We’ll respect Catherine’s filial scruples. Nelly, take him in, and I’ll follow your advice concerning the doctor, without delay.” “You’ll do well,” replied I; “but I must remain with my mistress. To mind your son is not my business.” “You are very stiff,” said Heathcliff, “I know that--but you’ll force me to pinch the baby, and make it scream, before it moves your charity. Come then, my hero. Are you willing to return, escorted by me?” He approached once more, and made as if he would seize the fragile being; but, shrinking back, Linton clung to his cousin, and implored her to accompany him, with a frantic importunity that admitted no denial. However I disapproved, I couldn’t hinder her; indeed, how could she have refused him herself? What was filling him with dread we had no means of discerning, but there he was, powerless under its gripe, and any addition seemed capable of shocking him into idiocy. |
