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340 He resumed his former occupation, closing his lids, as if he meant to drop asleep. “Master Heathcliff,” I resumed, “have you forgotten all Catherine’s kindness to you last winter, when you affirmed you loved her, and when she brought you books, and sung you songs, and came many a time through wind and snow to see you? She wept to miss one evening, because you would be disappointed; and you felt then that she was a hundred times too good to you: and now you believe the lies your father tells, though you know he detests you both! And you join him against her. That’s fine gratitude, is it not?” The corner of Linton’s mouth fell, and he took the sugar-candy from his lips. “Did she come to Wuthering Heights because she hated you?” I continued. “Think for yourself! As to your money, she does not even know that you will have any. And you say she’s sick; and yet, you leave her alone, up there in a strange house! You, who have felt what it is to be so neglected! You could pity your own sufferings, and she pitied them, too, but you won’t pity hers! I shed tears, Master Heathcliff, you see--an elderly woman, and a servant merely--and you, after pretending such affection, and having reason to worship her, almost, store every tear you have for yourself, and lie there quite at ease. Ah! you’re a heartless, selfish boy!” “I can’t stay with her,” he answered crossly. “I’ll not stay, by myself. She cries so I can’t bear it. And she won’t give over, though I say I’ll call my father. I did call him once, and he threatened to strangle her, if she was not quiet; but she began again, the instant he left the room, moaning and grieving all night long, though I |
