“Hindley does not often free us from his accursed presence,” observed the boy. “Ill not work any more to-day: Ill stay with you.”
“Joseph is loading lime on the further side of Penistone Crags; it will take him till dark, and hell never know.”
Catherine reflected an instant, with knitted brows-she found it needful to smooth the way for an intrusion. “Isabella and Edgar Linton talked of calling this afternoon,” she said, at the conclusion of a minutes silence. “As it rains, I hardly expect them; but they may come, and if they do, you run the risk of being scolded for no good.”
He had a sweet, low manner of speaking, and pronounced his words as you do: thats less gruff than we talk here, and softer
“Order Ellen to say you are engaged, Cathy,” he persisted; “dont turn me out for those pitiful, silly friends of yours! Im on the point, sometimes, of complaining that they-but Ill not-”
“That they what?” cried Catherine, gazing at him with a troubled countenance. “Oh, Nelly!” she added petulantly, jerking her head away from my hands, “youve combed my hair quite out of curl! Thats enough; let me alone. What are you on the point of complaining about, Heathcliff?”
“Nothing-only look at the almanack on that wall;” he pointed to a framed sheet hanging near the window, and continued, “The crosses are for the evenings you have spent with the Lintons, the dots for those spent with me. Do you see? Ive marked every day.”
“Yes-very foolish: as if I took notice!” replied Catherine, in a peevish tone. “And where is the sense of that?”
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