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189 Wuthering Heights By Emily BronteLinton shivered, and glanced at her, half supplicating, half ashamed; but his cousin’spatience was not sufficient to endure this enigmatical behaviour.‘My father is very ill,’ she said; ‘and why am I called from his bedside? Why didn’t yousend to absolve me from my promise, when you wished I wouldn’t keep it? Come! Idesire an explanation: playing and trifling are completely banished out of my mind; andI can’t dance attendance on your affectations now!’‘My affectations!’ he murmured; ‘what are they? For heaven’s sake, Catherine, don’tlook so angry! Despise me as much as you please; I am a worthless, cowardly wretch: Ican’t be scorned enough; but I’m too mean for your anger. Hate my father, and spare mefor contempt.’‘Nonsense!’ cried Catherine in a passion. ‘Foolish, silly boy! And there! he trembles: asif I were really going to touch him! You needn’t bespeak contempt, Linton: anybody willhave it spontaneously at your service. Get off! I shall return home: it is folly draggingyou from the hearth-stone, and pretending—what do we pretend? Let go my frock! If Ipitied you for crying and looking so very frightened, you should spurn such pity. Ellen,tell him how disgraceful this conduct is. Rise, and don’t degrade yourself into an abjectreptile—don’t!’With streaming face and an expression of agony, Linton had thrown his nerveless framealong the ground: he seemed convulsed with exquisite terror.‘Oh!’ he sobbed, ‘I cannot bear it! Catherine, Catherine, I’m a traitor, too, and I dare nottell you! But leave me, and I shall be killed! Dear Catherine, my life is in your hands:and you have said you loved me, and if you did, it wouldn’t harm you. You’ll not go,then? kind, sweet, good Catherine! And perhaps you will consent—and he’ll let me diewith you!’My young lady, on witnessing his intense anguish, stooped to raise him. The old feelingof indulgent tenderness overcame her vexation, and she grew thoroughly moved andalarmed.‘Consent to what?’ she asked. ‘To stay! tell me the meaning of this strange talk, and Iwill. You contradict your own words, and distract me! Be calm and frank, and confessat once all that weighs on your heart. You wouldn’t injure me, Linton, would you? Youwouldn’t let any enemy hurt me, if you could prevent it? I’ll believe you are a coward,for yourself, but not a cowardly betrayer of your best friend.’‘But my father threatened me,’ gasped the boy, clasping his attenuated fingers, ‘and Idread him—I dread him! I dare not tell!’‘Oh, well!’ said Catherine, with scornful compassion, ‘keep your secret: I’m no coward.Save yourself: I’m not afraid!’www.globalgrey.co.uk