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67 She had some reason to put the question, for shame and pride threw double gloom over his countenance, and kept him immovable. “Shake hands, Heathcliff,” said Mr. Earnshaw, condescendingly; “once in a way, that is permitted.” “I shall not,” replied the boy, finding his tongue at last; “I shall not stand to be laughed at. I shall not bear it!” And he would have broken from the circle, but Miss Cathy seized him again. “I did not mean to laugh at you,” she said. “I could not hinder myself. Heathcliff, shake hands, at least! Why are you sulky for? It was only that you looked odd. If you wash your face and brush your hair, it will be all right; but you are so dirty!” She gazed concernedly at the dusky fingers she held in her own, and also at her dress, which she feared had gained no embellishment from its contact with his. “You needn’t have touched me!” he answered, following her eye and snatching away his hand. “I shall be as dirty as I please: and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty.” With that he dashed head foremost out of the room, amid the merriment of the master and mistress, and to the serious disturbance of Catherine, who could not comprehend how her remarks should have produced such an exhibition of bad temper. After playing lady’s-maid to the newcomer, and putting my cakes in the oven, and making the house and kitchen cheerful with great fires, befitting Christmas eve, I prepared to sit down and amuse myself by singing carols, all alone, regardless of Joseph’s affirmations that he considered the merry tunes I chose as next door to songs. |
