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294 no means from compunction at distressing her. “I shall lift him on the settle,” I said, “and he may roll about as he pleases: we can’t stop to watch him. I hope you are satisfied, Miss Cathy, that you are not the person to benefit him, and that his condition of health is not occasioned by attachment to you. Now then, there he is! Come away; as soon as he knows there is nobody by to care for his nonsense, he’ll be glad to lie still.” She placed a cushion under his head, and offered him some water; he rejected the latter, and tossed uneasily on the former, as if it were a stone or a block of wood. She tried to put it more comfortably. “I can’t do with that,” he said; “it’s not high enough!” Catherine brought another to lay above it. “That’s too high!” murmured the provoking thing. “How must I arrange it, then?” she asked despairingly. He twined himself up to her, as she half knelt by the settle, and converted her shoulder into a support. “No, that won’t do,” I said. “You’ll be content with the cushion, Master Heathcliff. Miss has wasted too much time on you already: we cannot remain five minutes longer.” “Yes, yes, we can!” replied Cathy. “He’s good and patient now. He’s beginning to think I shall have far greater misery than he will tonight, if I believe he is the worse for my visit; and then, I dare not come again. Tell the truth about it, Linton; for I mustn’t come, if I have hurt you.” “You must come, to cure me,” he answered. “You ought to come, because you have hurt me--you know you have, extremely! I was not as ill when you entered as I am at present--was I?” “But you’ve made yourself ill by crying and being in a passion.” |
