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“Is he severe to you, Master Heathcliff?” I inquired. “Has he
grown weary of indulgence, and passed from passive to active

Linton looked at me, but did not answer; and, after keeping her
seat by his side another ten minutes, during which his head fell
drowsily on his breast, and he uttered nothing except suppressed
moans of exhaustion or pain, Cathy began to seek solace in looking
for bilberries, and sharing the produce of her researches with me:
she did not offer them to him, for she saw further notice would
only weary and annoy.

“Is it half an hour now, Ellen!” she whispered in my ear, at last.
“I can’t tell why we should stay. He’s asleep, and Papa will be
wanting us back.”

“Well, we must not leave him asleep,” I answered; “wait till he
wakes, and be patient. You were mighty eager to set off, but your
longing to see poor Linton has soon evaporated!”

“Why did he wish to see me?” returned Catherine. “In his
crossest humours, formerly, I liked him better than I do in his
present curious mood. It’s just as if it were a task he was
compelled to perform--this interview--for fear his father should
scold him. But I’m hardly going to come to give Mr. Heathcliff
pleasure, whatever reason he may have for ordering Linton to
undergo this penance. And, though I’m glad he’s better in health,
I’m sorry he’s so much less pleasant, and so much less affectionate
to me.”

“You think he is better in health, then?” I said.
“Yes,” she answered; “because he always made such a great
deal of his sufferings, you know. He is not tolerably well, as he told
me to tell Papa; but he’s better, very likely.”

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