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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,
“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.”