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up and bolt into th’ house, t’ minute yah heard t’ maister’s
horse-fit clatter up t’ road.’
’Silence, eavesdropper!’ cried Catherine; ‘none of your
insolence before me! Edgar Linton came yesterday by

chance, Hindley; and it was I who told him to be off:
because I knew you would not like to have met him as
you were.’
’You lie, Cathy, no doubt,’ answered her brother, ‘and
you are a confounded simpleton! But never mind Linton
at present: tell me, were you not with Heathcliff last
night? Speak the truth, now. You need not he afraid of
harming him: though I hate him as much as ever, he did
me a good turn a short time since that will make my
conscience tender of breaking his neck. To prevent it, I
shall send him about his business this very morning; and
after he’s gone, I’d advise you all to look sharp: I shall only
have the more humour for you.’
’I never saw Heathcliff last night,’ answered Catherine,
beginning to sob bitterly: ‘and if you do turn him out of
doors, I’ll go with him. But, perhaps, you’ll never have an
opportunity: perhaps, he’s gone.’ Here she burst into
uncontrollable grief, and the remainder of her words were
inarticulate.

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