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Catherine
wisely
put
in
her
tongue
.
"
We
wanted
to
plant
some
flowers
there
,
"
she
cried
.
"
I
'm
the
only
person
to
blame
,
for
I
wished
him
to
do
it
.
"
"
And
who
the
devil
gave
you
leave
to
touch
a
stick
about
the
place
?
"
demanded
her
father-in-law
,
much
surprised
.
"
And
who
ordered
you
to
obey
her
?
"
he
added
,
turning
to
Hareton
.
The
latter
was
speechless
;
his
cousin
replied
:
"
You
should
n't
grudge
a
few
yards
of
earth
for
me
to
ornament
,
when
you
have
taken
all
my
land
!
"
"
Your
land
,
insolent
slut
!
You
never
had
any
,
"
said
Heathcliff
.
"
And
my
money
,
"
she
continued
;
returning
his
angry
glare
,
and
meantime
biting
a
piece
of
crust
,
the
remnant
of
her
breakfast
.
"
Silence
!
"
he
exclaimed
.
"
Get
done
,
and
begone
!
"
"
And
Hareton
's
land
,
and
his
money
,
"
pursued
the
reckless
thing
.
"
Hareton
and
I
are
friends
now
;
and
I
shall
tell
him
all
about
you
!
"
