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because it is not his way: still, mind you, be frank and
cordial with him; and naturally he’ll be fonder of you than
any uncle, for you are his own.’
’Black hair and eyes!’ mused Linton. ‘I can’t fancy him.

Then I am not like him, am I?’
’Not much,’ I answered: not a morsel, I thought,
surveying with regret the white complexion and slim
frame of my companion, and his large languid eyes - his
mother’s eyes, save that, unless a morbid touchiness
kindled them a moment, they had not a vestige of her
sparkling spirit.
’How strange that he should never come to see mamma
and me!’ he murmured. ‘Has he ever seen me? If he has, I
must have been a baby. I remember not a single thing
about him!’
’Why, Master Linton,’ said I, ‘three hundred miles is a
great distance; and ten years seem very different in length
to a grown-up person compared with what they do to
you. It is probable Mr. Heathcliff proposed going from
summer to summer, but never found a convenient
opportunity; and now it is too late. Don’t trouble him
with questions on the subject: it will disturb him, for no
good.’

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