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368 approval, were his first prompters to higher pursuits; and, instead of guarding him from one and winning him the other, his endeavours to raise himself had produced just the contrary result. “Yes; that’s all the good that such a brute as you can get from them!” cried Catherine, sucking her damaged lip, and watching the conflagration with indignant eyes. “You’d better hold your tongue, now!” he answered fiercely. And his agitation precluding further speech; he advanced hastily to the entrance, where I made way for him to pass. But ere he had crossed the doorstones, Mr. Heathcliff, coming up the causeway, encountered him, and laying hold of his shoulder, asked-- “What’s to do now, my lad?” “Naught, naught!” he said, and broke away, to enjoy his grief and anger in solitude. Heathcliff gazed after him, and sighed. “It will be odd if I thwart myself!” he muttered, unconscious that I was behind him. “But when I look for his father in his face, I find her every day more! How the devil is he so like? I can hardly bear to see him.” He bent his eyes to the ground, and walked moodily in. There was a restless, anxious expression in his countenance I had never remarked there before, and he looked sparer in person. His daughter-in-law, on perceiving him through the window, immediately escaped to the kitchen, so that I remained alone. “I’m glad to see you out of doors again, Mr. Lockwood,” he said, in reply to my greeting; “from selfish motives partly: I don’t think I could readily supply your loss in this desolation. I’ve wondered, more than once, what brought you here.” |
