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proceeded assiduously with my occupation.
She, supposing Edgar could not see her, snatched the cloth
from my hand, and pinched me, with a prolonged wrench, very
spitefully on the arm.
I’ve said I did not love her, and rather relished mortifying her
vanity now and then; besides, she hurt me extremely; so I started
up from my knees, and screamed out, “Oh, Miss, that’s a nasty
trick! You have no right to nip me, and I’m not going to bear it.”
“I didn’t touch you, you lying creature!” cried she, her fingers
tingling to repeat the act, and her ears red with rage. She never
had power to conceal her passion, it always set her whole
complexion in a blaze.
“What’s that, then?” I retorted, showing a decided purple
witness to refute her.
She stamped her foot, wavered a moment, and then, irresistibly
impelled by the naughty spirit within her, slapped me on the
cheek a stinging blow that filled both eyes with water.
“Catherine, love! Catherine!” interposed Linton, greatly
shocked at the double fault of falsehood and violence which his
idol had committed.
“Leave the room, Ellen!” she repeated, trembling all over.
Little Hareton, who followed me everywhere, and was sitting
near me on the floor, at seeing my tears commenced crying
himself, and sobbed out complaints against “wicked aunt Cathy,”
which drew her fury onto his unlucky head: she seized his
shoulders, and shook him till the poor child waxed livid, and
Edgar thoughtlessly laid hold of her hands to deliver him. In an
instant one was wrung free, and the astonished young man felt it
applied over his own ear in a way that could not be mistaken for