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Linton, don’t you recall your cousin, that you used to
tease us so with wishing to see?’
’What, Linton!’ cried Cathy, kindling into joyful
surprise at the name. ‘Is that little Linton? He’s taller than I

am! Are you Linton?’
The youth stepped forward, and acknowledged himself:
she kissed him fervently, and they gazed with wonder at
the change time had wrought in the appearance of each.
Catherine had reached her full height; her figure was both
plump and slender, elastic as steel, and her whole aspect
sparkling with health and spirits. Linton’s looks and
movements were very languid, and his form extremely
slight; but there was a grace in his manner that mitigated
these defects, and rendered him not unpleasing. After
exchanging numerous marks of fondness with him, his
cousin went to Mr. Heathcliff, who lingered by the door,
dividing his attention between the objects inside and those
that lay without: pretending, that is, to observe the latter,
and really noting the former alone.
’And you are my uncle, then!’ she cried, reaching up to
salute him. ‘I thought I liked you, though you were cross
at first. Why don’t you visit at the Grange with Linton?
To live all these years such close neighbours, and never see
us, is odd: what have you done so for?’

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