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326 “I don’t know,” I said. “Because,” he continued, looking at the two young people, who were fixed under his eye--Linton appeared as if he could not venture to stir, or raise his head, and Catherine could not move, on his account--“because that lad yonder seems determined to beat me; and I’d thank his uncle to be quick, and go before him. Hallo! has the whelp been playing that game long? I did give him some lessons about snivelling. Is he pretty lively with Miss Linton generally?” “Lively? no--he has shown the greatest distress,” I answered. “To see him, I should say, that instead of rambling with his sweetheart on the hills, he ought to be in bed, under the hands of a doctor.” “He shall be, in a day or two,” muttered Heathcliff. “But first-- get up, Linton! Get up!” he shouted. “Don’t grovel on the ground, there--up this moment!” Linton had sunk prostrate again in another paroxysm of helpless fear, caused by his father’s glance towards him, I suppose: there was nothing else to produce such humiliation. He made several efforts to obey, but his little strength was annihilated for the time, and he fell back again with a moan. Mr. Heathcliff advanced, and lifted him to lean against a ridge of turf. “Now,” said he, with curbed ferocity, “I’m getting angry; and if you don’t command that paltry spirit of yours--Damn you! get up, directly!” “I will, Father!” he panted. “Only, let me alone, or I shall faint! I’ve done as you wished, I’m sure. Catherine will tell you that I-- that I--have been cheerful. Ah! keep by me, Catherine; give me |
