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384 dirty banknotes from his pocket-book, the produce of the day’s transactions. At length, he summoned Hareton from his seat. “Tak these in tuh t’ maister, lad,” he said, “un bide theare; Aw’s gang up tuh my awn rahm. This hoile’s norther mensful nor seemly fur us: we mun side aht, and seearch another!” “Come, Catherine,” I said, “we must ‘side out’ too; I’ve done my ironing, are you ready to go?” “It is not eight o’clock!” she answered, rising unwillingly. “Hareton, I’ll leave this book upon the chimney-piece, and I’ll bring some more tomorrow.” “Ony books ut yah leave, Aw sall tak intuh th’ hahse,” said Joseph, “un it ’ull be mitch if yah find ’em agean; soa, yah muh plase yourseln!” Catherine threatened that his library should pay for hers; and, smiling as she passed Hareton, went singing upstairs, lighter of heart, I venture to say, than ever she had been under that roof before; except, perhaps, during her earliest visits to Linton. The intimacy thus commenced grew rapidly; though it encountered temporary interruptions. Earnshaw was not to be civilised with a wish, and my young lady was no philosopher, and no paragon of patience; but both their minds tending to the same point--one loving and desiring to esteem, and the other loving and desiring to be esteemed--they contrived in the end to reach it. You see, Mr. Lockwood, it was easy enough to win Mrs. Heathcliff’s heart. But now, I’m glad you did not try. The crown of all my wishes will be the union of those two. I shall envy no one on their wedding-day--there won’t be a happier woman than myself in England! |
