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85 pleasure, apparently, in exciting the aversion rather than the esteem of his few acquaintance. Catherine and he were constant companions still at his seasons of respite from labour; but he had ceased to express his fondness for her in words, and recoiled with angry suspicion from her girlish caresses, as if conscious there could be no gratification in lavishing such marks of affection on him. On the before-named occasion he came into the house to announce his intention of doing nothing, while I was assisting Miss Cathy to arrange her dress--she had not reckoned on his taking it into his head to be idle, and imagining she would have the whole place to herself, she managed, by some means, to inform Mr. Edgar of her brother’s absence, and was then preparing to receive him. “Cathy, are you busy this afternoon?” asked Heathcliff. “Are you going anywhere?” “No, it is raining,” she answered. “Why have you that silk frock on, then?” he said. “Nobody coming here, I hope?” “Not that I know of,” stammered Miss; “but you should be in the field now, Heathcliff. It is an hour past dinner-time; I thought you were gone.” “Hindley does not often free us from his accursed presence,” observed the boy. “I’ll not work any more today; I’ll stay with you.” “Oh, but Joseph will tell,” she suggested; “you’d better go!” “Joseph is loading lime on the farther side of Penistone Crag; it will take him till dark, and he’ll never know.” So saying, he lounged to the fire, and sat down. Catherine reflected an instant, with knitted brows--she found it needful to smooth the way for an intrusion. |
