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86 “Isabella and Edgar Linton talked of calling this afternoon,” she said, at the conclusion of a minute’s silence. “As it rains, I hardly expect them; but they may come, and if they do, you run the risk of being scolded for no good.” “Order Ellen to say you are engaged, Cathy,” he persisted; “don’t turn me out for those pitiful, silly friends of yours! I’m on the point, sometimes, of complaining that they--but I’ll not--” “That they what?” cried Catherine, gazing at him with a troubled countenance. “Oh, Nelly!” she added petulantly, jerking her head away from my hands, “you’ve combed my hair quite out of curl! That’s enough; let me alone. What are you on the point of complaining about, Heathcliff?” “Nothing--only look at the almanac on that wall.” He pointed to a framed sheet hanging near the window, and continued--“The crosses are for the evenings you have spent with the Lintons, the dots for those spent with me. Do you see? I’ve marked every day.” “Yes--very foolish: as if I took notice!” replied Catherine in a peevish tone. “And where is the sense of that?” “To show that I do take notice,” said Heathcliff. “And should I always be sitting with you?” she demanded, growing more irritated. “What good do I get? What do you talk about? You might be dumb, or a baby, for anything you say to amuse me, or for anything you do, either!” “You never told me before that I talked too little, or that you disliked my company, Cathy!” exclaimed Heathcliff in much agitation. “It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,” she muttered. Her companion rose up, but he hadn’t time to express his |
