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295 “I didn’t do it all,” said his cousin. “However, we’ll be friends now. And you really want me--you would wish to see me sometimes, really?” “I told you I did,” he replied impatiently. “Sit on the settle, and let me lean on your knee. That’s as Mamma used to do, whole afternoons together. Sit quite still, and don’t talk; but you may sing a song, if you can sing; or you may say a nice long interesting ballad--one of those you promised to teach me; or a story. I’d rather have a ballad, though: begin.” Catherine repeated the longest she could remember. The employment pleased both mightily. Linton would have another, and after that another, notwithstanding my strenuous objections; and so they went on until the clock struck twelve, and we heard Hareton in the court, returning for his dinner. “And to-morrow, Catherine, will you be here to-morrow?” asked young Heathcliff, holding her frock as she rose reluctantly. “No!” I answered, “nor next day neither.” She, however, gave a different response, evidently, for his forehead cleared as she stooped and whispered in his ear. “You won’t go to-morrow, recollect, Miss!” I commenced, when we were out of the house. “You are not dreaming of it, are you?” She smiled. “Oh, I’ll take good care,” I continued; “I’ll have that lock mended, and you can escape by no way else.” “I can get over the wall,” she said, laughing. “The Grange is not a prison, Ellen, and you are not my jailer. And besides, I’m almost seventeen--I’m a woman. And I’m certain Linton would recover quickly if he had me to look after him. I’m older than he is, you know, and wiser: less childish, am I not? And he’ll soon do as I |
