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293 harm. Answer! speak to me.” “I can’t speak to you,” he murmured; “you’ve hurt me so, that I shall lie awake all night, choking with this cough! If you had it you’d know what it was; but you’ll be comfortably asleep, while I’m in agony, and nobody near me! I wonder how you would like to pass those fearful nights!” And he began to wail aloud, for very pity of himself. “Since you are in the habit of passing dreadful nights,” I said, “it won’t be Miss who spoils your ease; you’d be the same had she never come. However, she shall not disturb you again; and perhaps you’ll get quieter when we leave you.” “Must I go?” asked Catherine dolefully, bending over him. “Do you want me to go, Linton?” “You can’t alter what you’ve done,” he replied pettishly, shrinking from her, “unless you alter it for the worse, by teasing me into a fever.” “Well, then, I must go?” she repeated. “Let me alone, at least,” said he; “I can’t bear your talking!” She lingered, and resisted my persuasions to departure a tiresome while; but as he neither looked up nor spoke, she finally made a movement to the door and I followed. We were recalled by a scream--Linton had slid from his seat on to the hearthstone, and lay writhing in the mere perverseness of an indulged plague of a child, determined to be as grievous and harassing as it can. I thoroughly gauged his disposition from his behaviour, and saw at once it would be folly to attempt humouring him. Not so my companion: she ran back in terror, knelt down, and cried, and soothed, and entreated, till he grew quiet from lack of breath,--by |
