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well, my dear Heathcliff, to let you absolutely seize and
devour her up.’
’And I like her too ill to attempt it,’ said he, ‘except in
a very ghoulish fashion. You’d hear of odd things if I lived

alone with that mawkish, waxen face: the most ordinary
would be painting on its white the colours of the rainbow,
and turning the blue eyes black, every day or two: they
detestably resemble Linton’s.’
’Delectably!’ observed Catherine. ‘They are dove’s eyes
- angel’s!’
’She’s her brother’s heir, is she not?’ he asked, after a
brief silence.
’I should be sorry to think so,’ returned his companion.
‘Half a dozen nephews shall erase her title, please heaven!
Abstract your mind from the subject at present: you are
too prone to covet your neighbour’s goods; remember
THIS neighbour’s goods are mine.’
’If they were MINE, they would be none the less that,’
said Heathcliff; ‘but though Isabella Linton may be silly,
she is scarcely mad; and, in short, we’ll dismiss the matter,
as you advise.’
From their tongues they did dismiss it; and Catherine,
probably, from her thoughts. The other, I felt certain,
recalled it often in the course of the evening. I saw him

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