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woman at once, I changed my ideas. Heathcliff was dangerously
sick, and while he lay at the worst he would have me constantly by
his pillow,--I suppose he felt I did a good deal for him, and he
hadn’t wit to guess that I was compelled to do it. However, I will
say this, he was the quietest child that ever nurse watched over.
The difference between him and the others forced me to be less
partial. Cathy and her brother harassed me terribly: he was as
uncomplaining as a lamb; though hardness, not gentleness, made
him give little trouble.
He got through, and the doctor affirmed it was in a great
measure owing to me, and praised me for my care. I was vain of
his commendations, and softened towards the being by whose
means I earned them, and thus Hindley lost his last ally. Still I
couldn’t dote on Heathcliff, and I wondered often what my master
saw to admire so much in the sullen boy, who never, to my
recollection, repaid his indulgence by any sign of gratitude. He
was not insolent to his benefactor, he was simply insensible,
though knowing perfectly the hold he had on his heart, and
conscious he had only to speak and all the house would be obliged
to bend to his wishes.
As an instance, I remember Mr. Earnshaw once bought a
couple of colts at the parish fair, and gave the lads each one.
Heathcliff took the handsomest, but it soon fell lame, and when he
discovered it, he said to Hindley--“You must exchange horses
with me: I don’t like mine; and if you won’t I shall tell your father
of the three thrashings you’ve given me this week, and show him
my arm, which is black to the shoulder.”
Hindley put out his tongue, and cuffed him over the ears.
“You’d better do it at once,” he persisted, escaping to the porch