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323 afternoon of August,--every breath from the hills so full of life that it seemed whoever respired it, though dying, might revive. Catherine’s face was just like the landscape--shadows and sunshine flitting over it in rapid succession; but the shadows rested longer, and the sunshine was more transient; and her poor little heart reproached itself for even that passing forgetfulness of its cares. We discerned Linton watching at the same spot he had selected before. My young mistress alighted, and told me that as she was resolved to stay a very little while, I had better hold the pony and remain on horseback; but I dissented: I wouldn’t risk losing sight of the charge committed to me a minute; so we climbed the slope of heath together. Master Heathcliff received us with greater animation on this occasion; not the animation of high spirits though, nor yet of joy; it looked more like fear. “It is late!” he said, speaking short and with difficulty. “Is not your father very ill? I thought you wouldn’t come.” “Why won’t you be candid?” cried Catherine, swallowing her greeting. “Why cannot you say at once you don’t want me? It is strange, Linton, that for the second time you have brought me here on purpose, apparently, to distress us both, and for no reason besides!” Linton shivered, and glanced at her, half supplicating, half ashamed; but his cousin’s patience was not sufficient to endure this enigmatical behaviour. “My father is very ill,” she said; “and why am I called from his bedside--why didn’t you send to absolve me from my promise, when you wished I wouldn’t keep it? Come! I desire an |
