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334 that you entered my house of your own accord, in contempt of his injunctions to the contrary. And it is quite natural that you should desire amusement at your age, and that you should weary of nursing a sick man, and that man, only your father. Catherine, his happiest days were over when your days began. He cursed you, I daresay, for coming into the world (I did, at least); and it would just do if he cursed you as he went out of it. I’d join him. I don’t love you! How should I? Weep away. As far as I can see, it will be your chief diversion hereafter, unless Linton make amends for other losses,--and your provident parent appears to fancy he may. His letters of advice and consolation entertained me vastly. In his last, he recommended my jewel to be careful of his, and kind to her when he got her. Careful and kind--that’s paternal. But Linton requires his whole stock of care and kindness for himself. Linton can play the little tyrant well. He’ll undertake to torture any number of cats, if their teeth be drawn and their claws pared. You’ll be able to tell his uncle fine tales of his kindness, when you get home again, I assure you.” “You’re right there!” I said; “explain your son’s character. Show his resemblance to yourself; and then, I hope, Miss Cathy will think twice before she takes the cockatrice!” “I don’t much mind speaking of his amiable qualities now,” he answered, “because she must either accept him or remain a prisoner, and you along with her, till your master dies. I can detain you both, quite concealed, here. If you doubt, encourage her to retract her word, and you’ll have an opportunity of judging!” “I’ll not retract my word,” said Catherine. “I’ll marry him, within this hour, if I may go to Thrushcross Grange afterwards. Mr. Heathcliff, you’re a cruel man, but you’re not a fiend; and you |