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disagreements, as he would have it that it did: really, you know,
sir, it was in his sinking frame.
We might have got on tolerably, notwithstanding, but for two
people, Miss Cathy and Joseph, the servant; you saw him, I
daresay, up yonder. He was, and is yet, most likely, the
wearisomest self-righteous Pharisee that ever ransacked a Bible to
rake the promises to himself and fling the curses on his
neighbours. By his knack of sermonising and pious discoursing, he
contrived to make a great impression on Mr. Earnshaw; and the
more feeble the master became, the more influence he gained.
He was relentless in worrying him about his soul’s concerns,
and about ruling his children rigidly. He encouraged him to regard
Hindley as a reprobate; and, night after night, he regularly
grumbled out a long string of tales against Heathcliff and
Catherine, always minding to flatter Earnshaw’s weakness by
heaping the heaviest blame on the last.
Certainly, she had ways with her such as I never saw a child
take up before, and she put all of us past our patience fifty times
and oftener in a day; from the hour she came downstairs till the
hour she went to bed, we had not a minute’s security that she
wouldn’t be in mischief. Her spirits were always at high-water
mark, her tongue always going--singing, laughing, and plaguing
everybody who would not do the same. A wild, wicked slip she
was--but she had the bonniest eye, and sweetest smile, and
lightest foot in the parish; and, after all, I believe she meant no
harm; for when once she made you cry in good earnest, it seldom
happened that she would not keep you company, and oblige you to
be quiet that you might comfort her.
She was much too fond of Heathcliff. The greatest punishment