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the garden, before you change your shoes; and into the
stable to see your horse.’
’Wouldn’t you rather sit here?’ asked Linton, addressing
Cathy in a tone which expressed reluctance to move

again.
’I don’t know,’ she replied, casting a longing look to
the door, and evidently eager to be active.
He kept his seat, and shrank closer to the fire.
Heathcliff rose, and went into the kitchen, and from
thence to the yard, calling out for Hareton. Hareton
responded, and presently the two re-entered. The young
man had been washing himself, as was visible by the glow
on his cheeks and his wetted hair.
’Oh, I’ll ask YOU, uncle,’ cried Miss Cathy,
recollecting the housekeeper’s assertion. ‘That is not my
cousin, is he?’
’Yes,’ he, replied, ‘your mother’s nephew. Don’t you
like him!’
Catherine looked queer.
’Is he not a handsome lad?’ he continued.
The uncivil little thing stood on tiptoe, and whispered
a sentence in Heathcliff’s ear. He laughed; Hareton
darkened: I perceived he was very sensitive to suspected
slights, and had obviously a dim notion of his inferiority.

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