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256 a worthy object of pride; and I’m bitterly disappointed with the whey-faced whining wretch!” While he was speaking, Joseph returned, bearing a basin of milk-porridge, and placed it before Linton. He stirred round the homely mess with a look of aversion, and affirmed he could not eat it. I saw the old manservant shared largely in his master’s scorn of the child, though he was compelled to retain the sentiment in his heart, because Heathcliff plainly meant his underlings to hold him in honour. “Cannot ate it?” repeated he, peering in Linton’s face, and subduing his voice to a whisper, for fear of being overhead. “But Maister Hareton nivir ate nowt else, when he wer a little un; und what wer gooid eneugh fur him’s gooid eneugh fur yah, Aw’s rayther think!” “I shan’t eat it!” answered Linton snappishly. “Take it away.” Joseph snatched up the food indignantly, and brought it to us. “Is there owt ails th’ victuals?” he asked, thrusting the tray under Heathcliff’s nose. “What should ail them?” he said. “Wah!” answered Joseph, “yon dainty chap says he cannut ate ’em. Bud Aw guess it’s raight! His mother wer just soa--we wer a’most too mucky tuh sow t’ corn fur makking her breead.” “Don’t mention his mother to me,” said the master angrily. “Get him something that he can eat, that’s all. What is his usual food, Nelly?” I suggested boiled milk or tea; and the housekeeper received instructions to prepare some. Come, I reflected, his father’s selfishness may contribute to his |
