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320 “There you differ with me, Miss Cathy,” I remarked; “I should conjecture him to be far worse.” Linton here started from his slumber in bewildered terror, and asked if any one had called his name. “No,” said Catherine; “unless in dreams. I cannot conceive how you manage to doze out of doors, in the morning.” “I thought I heard my father,” he gasped, glancing up to the frowning nab above us. “You are sure nobody spoke?” “Quite sure,” replied his cousin. “Only Ellen and I were disputing concerning your health. Are you truly stronger, Linton, than when we separated in winter? If you be, I’m certain one thing is not stronger--your regard for me--speak, are you?” The tears gushed from Linton’s eyes as he answered--“Yes, yes, I am!” And, still under the spell of the imaginary voice, his gaze wandered up and down to detect its owner. Cathy rose. “For today we must part,” she said. “And I won’t conceal that I have been sadly disappointed with our meeting, though I’ll mention it to nobody but you: not that I stand in awe of Mr. Heathcliff!” “Hush,” murmured Linton; “for God’s sake, hush! He’s coming.” And he clung to Catherine’s arm, striving to detain her; but at that announcement she hastily disengaged herself, and whistled to Minny, who obeyed like a dog. “I’ll be here next Thursday,” she cried, springing to the saddle. “Good-bye. Quick, Ellen!” And so we left him, scarcely conscious of our departure, so absorbed was he in anticipating his father’s approach. Before we reached home, Catherine’s displeasure softened into a perplexed sensation of pity and regret, largely blended with |
