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262 the speaker. “That man I’ve seen before. Is he your son?” She pointed to Hareton, the other individual, who had gained nothing but increased bulk and strength by the addition of two years to his age: he seemed as awkward and rough as ever. “Miss Cathy,” I interrupted, “it will be three hours instead of one that we are out, presently. We really must go back.” “No, that man is not my son,” answered Heathcliff, pushing me aside. “But I have one, and you have seen him before, too; and, though your nurse is in a hurry, I think both you and she would be the better for a little rest. Will you just turn this nab of heath, and walk into my house? You’ll get home earlier for the ease; and you shall receive a kind welcome.” I whispered Catherine that she mustn’t, on any account, accede to the proposal; it was entirely out of the question. “Why?” she asked, aloud. “I’m tired of running, and the ground is dewy--I can’t sit here. Let us go, Ellen. Besides, he says I have seen his son. He’s mistaken, I think; but I guess where he lives--at the farmhouse I visited in coming from Penistone Crags. Don’t you?” “I do. Come, Nelly, hold your tongue--it will be a treat for her to look in on us. Hareton, get forwards with the lass. You shall walk with me, Nelly.” “No, she’s not going to any such place,” I cried, struggling to release my arm, which he had seized; but she was almost at the doorstones already, scampering round the brow at full speed. Her appointed companion did not pretend to escort her: he shied off by the roadside, and vanished. “Mr. Heathcliff, it’s very wrong,” I continued; “you know you mean no good. And there she’ll see Linton, and all will be told, as |
