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anxiously their meeting, thinking it would enable them to judge, in
some measure, what grounds they had for hoping to succeed in
separating the two friends.

Heathcliff was hard to discover, at first. If he were careless and
uncared-for before Catherine’s absence, he had been ten times
more so, since.

Nobody but I even did him the kindness to call him a dirty boy,
and bid him wash himself, once a week; and children of his age
seldom have a natural pleasure in soap and water. Therefore, not
to mention his clothes, which had seen three months’ service in
mire and dust, and his thick uncombed hair, the surface of his face
and hands was dismally beclouded. He might well skulk behind
the settle on beholding such a bright, graceful damsel enter the
house, instead of a rough-headed counterpart of himself, as he

“Is Heathcliff not here?” she demanded, pulling off her gloves,
and displaying fingers wonderfully whitened with doing nothing
and staying in doors.

“Heathcliff, you may come forward,” cried Mr. Hindley,
enjoying his discomfiture, and gratified to see what a forbidding
young blackguard he would be compelled to present himself. “You
may come and wish Miss Catherine welcome, like the other

Cathy, catching a glimpse of her friend in his concealment, flew
to embrace him; she bestowed seven or eight kisses on his cheek
within the second, and then stopped, and drawing back, burst into
a laugh, exclaiming, “Why, how very black and cross you look! and
how--how funny and grim! But that’s because I’m used to Edgar
and Isabella Linton. Well, Heathcliff, have you forgotten me?”

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