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duck, or sheep, but generally represented by a dash.
“There you are, at your idle tricks again? The rest of them do
earn their bread--you live on my charity! Put your trash away,
and find something to do. You shall pay me for the plague of
having you eternally in my sight--do you hear, damnable jade?”
“I’ll put my trash away, because you can make me, if I refuse,”
answered the young lady, closing her book, and throwing it on a
chair. “But I’ll not do anything, though you should swear your
tongue out, except what I please!”
Heathcliff lifted his hand, and the speaker sprang to a safer
distance, obviously acquainted with its weight.
Having no desire to be entertained by a cat-and-dog combat, I
stepped forward briskly, as if eager to partake the warmth of the
hearth, and innocent of any knowledge of the interrupted dispute.
Each had enough decorum to suspend further hostilities:
Heathcliff placed his fists, out of temptation, in his pockets; Mrs.
Heathcliff curled her lip, and walked to a seat far off, where she
kept her word by playing the part of a statue during the remainder
of my stay.
That was not long. I declined joining their breakfast, and, at the
first gleam of dawn, took an opportunity of escaping into the free
air, now clear, and still, and cold as impalpable ice.
My landlord hallooed for me to stop, ere I reached the bottom of
the garden, and offered to accompany me across the moor. It was
well he did, for the whole hill-back was one billowy, white ocean;
the swells and falls not indicating corresponding rises and
depressions in the ground: many pits, at least, were filled to a
level; and entire ranges of mounds, the refuse of the quarries,
blotted from the chart which my yesterday’s walk left pictured in