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"
No
,
she
would
not
,
"
he
said
.
"
There
is
no
clause
in
the
will
to
secure
it
so
:
his
property
would
go
to
me
;
but
,
to
prevent
disputes
,
I
desire
their
union
,
and
am
resolved
to
bring
it
about
.
"
"
And
I
'm
resolved
she
shall
never
approach
your
house
with
me
again
,
"
I
returned
,
as
we
reached
the
gate
,
where
Miss
Cathy
waited
our
coming
.
Heathcliff
bade
me
be
quiet
;
and
,
preceding
us
up
the
path
,
hastened
to
open
the
door
.
My
young
lady
gave
him
several
looks
,
as
if
she
could
not
exactly
make
up
her
mind
what
to
think
of
him
;
but
now
he
smiled
when
he
met
her
eye
,
and
softened
his
voice
in
addressing
her
;
and
I
was
foolish
enough
to
imagine
the
memory
of
her
mother
might
disarm
him
from
desiring
her
injury
.
Linton
stood
on
the
hearth
.
He
had
been
out
walking
in
the
fields
,
for
his
cap
was
on
,
and
he
was
calling
to
Joseph
to
bring
him
dry
shoes
.
He
had
grown
tall
of
his
age
,
still
wanting
some
months
of
sixteen
.
His
features
were
pretty
yet
,
and
his
eye
and
complexion
brighter
than
I
remembered
them
,
though
with
merely
temporary
lustre
borrowed
from
the
salubrious
air
and
genial
sun
.
"
Now
,
who
is
that
?
"
asked
Mr.
Heathcliff
,
turning
to
Cathy
.
"
Can
you
tell
?
"
"
Your
son
?
"
she
said
,
having
doubtfully
surveyed
,
first
one
and
then
the
other
.
"
Yes
,
yes
,
"
answered
he
:
"
but
is
this
the
only
time
you
have
beheld
him
?
Think
!
Ah
!
you
have
a
short
memory
.
Linton
,
do
n't
you
recall
your
cousin
,
that
you
used
to
tease
us
so
with
wishing
to
see
?
"
"
What
,
Linton
!
"
cried
Cathy
,
kindling
into
joyful
surprise
at
the
name
.
"
Is
that
little
Linton
?
He
's
taller
than
I
am
!
Are
you
Linton
?
"
The
youth
stepped
forward
,
and
acknowledged
himself
:
she
kissed
him
fervently
,
and
they
gazed
with
wonder
at
the
change
time
had
wrought
in
the
appearance
of
each
.
Catherine
had
reached
her
full
height
;
her
figure
was
both
plump
and
slender
,
elastic
as
steel
,
and
her
whole
aspect
sparkling
with
health
and
spirits
.
Linton
's
looks
and
movements
were
very
languid
,
and
his
form
extremely
slight
;
but
there
was
a
grace
in
his
manner
that
mitigated
these
defects
,
and
rendered
him
not
unpleasing
.
After
exchanging
numerous
marks
of
fondness
with
him
,
his
cousin
went
to
Mr.
Heathcliff
,
who
lingered
by
the
door
,
dividing
his
attention
between
the
objects
inside
and
those
that
lay
without
:
pretending
,
that
is
,
to
observe
the
latter
,
and
really
noting
the
former
alone
.
"
And
you
are
my
uncle
,
then
!
"
she
cried
,
reaching
up
to
salute
him
.
"
I
thought
I
liked
you
,
though
you
were
cross
at
first
.
Why
do
n't
you
visit
at
the
Grange
with
Linton
?
To
live
all
these
years
such
close
neighbours
,
and
never
see
us
,
is
odd
:
what
have
you
done
so
for
?
"
"
I
visited
it
once
or
twice
too
often
before
you
were
born
,
"
he
answered
.
"
There
--
damn
it
!
If
you
have
any
kisses
to
spare
,
give
them
to
Linton
:
they
are
thrown
away
on
me
.
"
