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73 first thing that came under his gripe, and dashed it full against the speaker’s face and neck, who instantly commenced a lament that brought Isabella and Catherine hurrying to the place. Mr. Earnshaw snatched up the culprit directly and conveyed him to his chamber, where, doubtless, he administered a rough remedy to cool the fit of passion, for he reappeared red and breathless. I got the dish-cloth, and, rather spitefully, scrubbed Edgar’s nose and mouth, affirming it served him right for meddling. His sister began weeping to go home, and Cathy stood by confounded, blushing for all. “You should not have spoken to him!” she expostulated with Master Linton. “He was in a bad temper, and now you’ve spoilt your visit; and he’ll be flogged: I hate him to be flogged! I can’t eat my dinner. Why did you speak to him, Edgar?” “I didn’t,” sobbed the youth, escaping from my hands, and finishing the remainder of the purification with his cambric pocket handkerchief. “I promised mamma that I wouldn’t say one word to him, and I didn’t.” “Well, don’t cry,” replied Catherine, contemptuously; “you’re not killed. Don’t make more mischief,--my brother is coming: be quiet! Give over, Isabella! Has anybody hurt you?” “There, there, children--to your seats!” cried Hindley, bustling in. “That brute of a lad has warmed me nicely. Next time, Master Edgar, take the law into your own fists--it will give you an appetite!” The little party recovered its equanimity at sight of the fragrant feast. They were hungry after their ride, and easily consoled, since no real harm had befallen them. Mr. Earnshaw carved bountiful platefuls, and the mistress |
