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292 disputant, who stood behind. “Hush, Master Heathcliff!” I said; “that’s your father’s tale too, I suppose.” “It isn’t--you hold your tongue!” he answered. “She did, she did, Catherine! she did, she did!” Cathy, beside herself, gave the chair a violent push, and caused him to fall against one arm. He was immediately seized by a suffocating cough that soon ended his triumph. It lasted so long that it frightened even me. As to his cousin, she wept, with all her might, aghast at the mischief she had done, though she said nothing. I held him till the fit exhausted itself. Then he thrust me away, and leant his head down silently. Catherine quelled her lamentations also, took a seat opposite, and looked solemnly into the fire. “How do you feel now, Master Heathcliff?” I inquired, after waiting ten minutes. “I wish she felt as I do,” he replied; “spiteful, cruel thing! Hareton never touches me, he never struck me in his life. And I was better today, and there--” His voice died in a whimper. “I didn’t strike you!” muttered Cathy, chewing her lip to prevent another burst of emotion. He sighed and moaned like one under great suffering, and kept it up for a quarter of an hour, on purpose to distress his cousin, apparently, for whenever he caught a stifled sob from her he put renewed pain and pathos into the inflections of his voice. “I’m sorry I hurt you, Linton,” she said at length, racked beyond endurance. “But I couldn’t have been hurt by that little push, and I had no idea that you could, either--you’re not much, are you, Linton? Don’t let me go home thinking I’ve done you |
