Support the Monkey! Tell All your Friends and Teachers
alive for not running to welcome me, and for screaming as if I
were a goblin. Unnatural cub, come hither! Iíll teach thee to
impose on a good-hearted, deluded father. Now, donít you think
the lad would be handsomer cropped? It makes a dog fiercer, and
I love something fierce--get me a scissors--something fierce and
trim! Besides, itís infernal affectation--devilish conceit it is, to
cherish our ears--weíre asses enough without them. Hush, child,
hush! Well then, it is my darling! wisht, dry thy eyes--thereís a joy;
kiss me. What! it wonít? Kiss me, Hareton! Damn thee, kiss me!
By God, as if I would rear such a monster! As sure as Iím living, Iíll
break the bratís neck.Ē
Poor Hareton was squalling and kicking in his fatherís arms
with all his might, and redoubled his yells when he carried him
upstairs and lifted him over the banister. I cried out that he would
frighten the child into fits, and ran to rescue him.
As I reached them, Hindley leant forward on the rails to listen
to a noise below, almost forgetting what he had in his hands. ďWho
is that?Ē he asked, hearing some one approaching the stairís foot.
I leant forward also, for the purpose of signing to Heathcliff,
whose step I recognised, not to come further; and, at the instant
when my eye quitted Hareton, he gave a sudden spring, delivered
himself from the careless grasp that held him, and fell.
There was scarcely time to experience a thrill of horror before
we saw that the little wretch was safe. Heathcliff arrived
underneath just at the critical moment; by a natural impulse, he
arrested his descent, and setting him on his feet, looked up to
discover the author of the accident.
A miser who has parted with a lucky lottery ticket for five
shillings, and finds next day he has lost in the bargain five