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At
this
diabolical
violence
I
rushed
on
him
furiously
.
"
You
villain
!
"
I
began
to
cry
,
"
you
villain
!
"
A
touch
on
the
chest
silenced
me
:
I
am
stout
,
and
soon
put
out
of
breath
;
and
,
what
with
that
and
the
rage
,
I
staggered
dizzily
back
,
and
felt
ready
to
suffocate
,
or
to
burst
a
blood-vessel
.
The
scene
was
over
in
two
minutes
;
Catherine
,
released
,
put
her
two
hands
to
her
temples
,
and
looked
just
as
if
she
were
not
sure
whether
her
ears
were
off
or
on
.
She
trembled
like
a
reed
,
poor
thing
,
and
leant
against
the
table
perfectly
bewildered
.
"
I
know
how
to
chastise
children
,
you
see
,
"
said
the
scoundrel
grimly
,
as
he
stooped
to
repossess
himself
of
the
key
,
which
had
dropped
to
the
floor
.
"
Go
to
Linton
now
,
as
I
told
you
;
and
cry
at
your
ease
!
I
shall
be
your
father
,
to-morrow
--
all
the
father
you
'll
have
in
a
few
days
--
and
you
shall
have
plenty
of
that
.
You
can
bear
plenty
;
you
re
no
weakling
:
you
shall
have
a
daily
taste
,
if
I
catch
such
a
devil
of
a
temper
in
your
eyes
again
!
"
Cathy
ran
to
me
instead
of
Linton
,
and
knelt
down
and
put
her
burning
cheek
on
my
lap
,
weeping
aloud
.
Her
cousin
had
shrunk
into
a
corner
of
the
settle
,
as
quiet
as
a
mouse
,
congratulating
himself
,
I
dare
say
,
that
the
correction
had
lighted
on
another
than
him
.
Mr.
Heathcliff
,
perceiving
us
all
confounded
,
rose
,
and
expeditiously
made
the
tea
himself
.
The
cups
and
saucers
were
laid
ready
.
He
poured
it
out
,
and
handed
me
a
cup
.
"
Wash
away
your
spleen
,
"
he
said
.
"
And
help
your
own
naughty
pet
and
mine
.
It
is
not
poisoned
,
though
I
prepared
it
.
I
'm
going
out
to
seek
your
horses
.
"
Our
first
thought
,
on
his
departure
,
was
to
force
an
exit
somewhere
.
We
tried
the
kitchen
door
,
but
that
was
fastened
outside
:
we
looked
at
the
windows
--
they
were
too
narrow
for
even
Cathy
's
little
figure
.
"
Master
Linton
,
"
I
cried
,
seeing
we
were
regularly
imprisoned
:
"
you
know
what
your
diabolical
father
is
after
and
you
shall
tell
us
or
I
'll
box
your
ears
,
as
he
has
done
your
cousin
's
.
"
"
Yes
,
Linton
,
you
must
tell
,
"
said
Catherine
.
"
It
was
for
your
sake
I
came
;
and
it
will
be
wickedly
ungrateful
if
you
refuse
.
"
"
Give
me
some
tea
,
I
'm
thirsty
,
and
then
I
'll
tell
you
"
he
answered
.
"
Mrs.
Dean
,
go
away
.
I
do
n't
like
you
standing
over
me
.
Now
,
Catherine
,
you
are
letting
your
tears
fall
into
my
cup
.
I
wo
n't
drink
that
.
Give
me
another
.
"
Catherine
pushed
another
to
him
,
and
wiped
her
face
.
I
felt
disgusted
at
the
little
wretch
's
composure
,
since
he
was
no
longer
in
terror
for
himself
.
The
anguish
he
had
exhibited
on
the
moor
subsided
as
soon
as
ever
he
entered
Wuthering
Heights
;
so
I
guessed
he
had
been
menaced
with
an
awful
visitation
of
wrath
if
he
failed
in
decoying
us
there
;
and
,
that
accomplished
,
he
had
no
further
immediate
fears
.
