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I
am
not
your
husband
;
you
need
n't
be
jealous
of
me
!
"
"
I
'm
not
jealous
of
you
,
"
replied
the
mistress
,
"
I
'm
jealous
for
you
.
Clear
your
face
:
you
sha
n't
scowl
at
me
!
If
you
like
Isabella
,
you
shall
marry
her
.
But
do
you
like
her
?
Tell
the
truth
,
Heathcliff
!
There
,
you
wo
n't
answer
.
I
'm
certain
you
do
n't
!
"
"
And
would
Mr.
Linton
approve
of
his
sister
marrying
that
man
?
"
I
enquired
.
"
Mr.
Linton
should
approve
,
"
returned
my
lady
,
decisively
.
"
He
might
spare
himself
the
trouble
,
"
said
Heathcliff
"
I
could
do
as
well
without
his
approbation
.
And
as
to
you
,
Catherine
,
I
have
a
mind
to
speak
a
few
words
now
,
while
we
are
at
it
.
I
want
you
to
be
aware
that
I
know
you
have
treated
me
infernally
--
infernally
!
Do
you
hear
?
And
if
you
flatter
yourself
that
I
do
n't
perceive
it
,
you
are
a
fool
;
and
if
you
think
I
can
be
consoled
by
sweet
words
,
you
are
an
idiot
;
and
if
you
fancy
I
'll
suffer
unrevenged
,
I
'll
convince
you
of
the
contrary
,
in
a
very
little
while
!
Meantime
,
thank
you
for
telling
me
your
sister-in-law
's
secret
:
I
swear
I
'll
make
the
most
of
it
.
And
stand
you
aside
!
"
"
What
new
phase
of
his
character
is
this
?
"
exclaimed
Mrs.
Linton
,
in
amazement
.
"
I
've
treated
you
infernally
--
and
you
'll
take
your
revenge
!
How
will
you
take
it
,
ungrateful
brute
?
How
have
I
treated
you
infernally
?
"
"
I
seek
no
revenge
on
you
,
"
replied
Heathcliff
less
vehemently
.
"
That
's
not
the
plan
.
The
tyrant
grinds
down
his
slaves
and
they
do
n't
turn
against
him
;
they
crush
those
beneath
them
.
You
are
welcome
to
torture
me
to
death
for
your
amusement
,
only
allow
me
to
amuse
myself
a
little
in
the
same
style
,
and
refrain
from
insult
as
much
as
you
are
able
.
Having
levelled
my
palace
,
do
n't
erect
a
hovel
and
complacently
admire
your
own
charity
in
giving
me
that
for
a
home
.
If
I
imagined
you
really
wished
me
to
marry
Isabel
,
I
'd
cut
my
throat
!
"
"
Oh
,
the
evil
is
that
I
am
not
jealous
,
is
it
?
"
cried
Catherine
.
"
Well
,
I
wo
n't
repeat
my
offer
of
a
wife
:
it
is
as
bad
as
offering
Satan
a
lost
soul
.
Your
bliss
lies
,
like
his
,
in
inflicting
misery
.
You
prove
it
.
Edgar
is
restored
from
the
ill-temper
he
gave
way
to
at
your
coming
;
I
begin
to
be
secure
and
tranquil
;
and
you
,
restless
to
know
us
at
peace
,
appear
resolved
on
exciting
a
quarrel
.
Quarrel
with
Edgar
,
if
you
please
,
Heathcliff
,
and
deceive
his
sister
:
you
'll
hit
on
exactly
the
most
efficient
method
of
revenging
yourself
on
me
.
"
The
conversation
ceased
.
Mrs.
Linton
sat
down
by
the
fire
,
flushed
and
gloomy
.
The
spirit
which
served
her
was
growing
intractable
:
she
could
neither
lay
nor
control
it
.
He
stood
on
the
hearth
with
folded
arms
,
brooding
on
his
evil
thoughts
;
and
in
this
position
I
left
them
to
seek
the
master
,
who
was
wondering
what
kept
Catherine
below
so
long
.
