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380 he was condemned to the fireside and tranquillity, till he made it up again. It suited Catherine to have him there; at any rate, it made her hate her room upstairs more than ever; and she would compel me to find out business below, that she might accompany me. On Easter Monday, Joseph went to Gimmerton fair with some cattle; and, in the afternoon, I was busy getting up linen in the kitchen. Earnshaw sat, morose as usual, at the chimney corner, and my little mistress was beguiling an idle hour with drawing pictures on the window-panes, varying her amusement by smothered bursts of songs, and whispered ejaculations, and quick glances of annoyance and impatience in the direction of her cousin, who steadfastly smoked, and looked into the grate. At a notice that I could do with her no longer intercepting my light, she removed to the hearthstone. I bestowed little attention on her proceedings, but, presently, I heard her begin-- “I’ve found out, Hareton, that I want--that I’m glad--that I should like you to be my cousin now, if you had not grown so cross to me, and so rough.” Hareton returned no answer. “Hareton, Hareton, Hareton! do you hear?” she continued. “Get off wi’ ye!” he growled, with uncompromising gruffness. “Let me take that pipe,” she said, cautiously advancing her hand, and abstracting it from his mouth. Before he could attempt to recover it, it was broken, and behind the fire. He swore at her, and seized another. “Stop,” she cried, “you must listen to me, first; and I can’t speak while those clouds are floating in my face.” “Will you go to the devil!” he exclaimed ferociously, “and let me |
