spat out, and affirmed it tasted detestably—I would not take it on any account."
"Oh!" said he releasing me, I see that hideous little villain is not Hareton—I beg your pardon, Nell—if it be he deserves flaying alive for not running to welcome me, and for screaming as if I were a goblin. Unnatural cub, come hither! I'll teach thee to impose on a good-hearted, deluded father—Now, don't you think the lad would be handsomer cropped? It makes a dog fiercer, and I love something fierce—Get me a scissors—something fierce and trim! Besides, it's infernal affectation—devilish conceit, it is to cherish our ears—we're asses enough without them. Hush, child, hush! well then, it is my darling I wisht, dry thy eyes—there's a joy; kiss me; what it won't? kiss me, Hareton! Dam'n thee, kiss me! By God, as if I would rear such a monster! As sure as I'm living, I'll break the brat's neck."
Poor Hareton was squalling and kicking in
