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WUTHERING HEIGHTS.
watch how they would settle their disagreement.
The insulted visiter moved to the spot where he had laid his hat, pale and with a quivering lip.
"That's right!" I said to myself, "Take warning and begone! It's a kindness to let you have a glimpse of her genuine disposition."
"Where are you going?" demanded Catherine, advancing to the door.
He swerved aside and attempted to pass.
"You must not go!" she exclaimed energetically.
"I must and shall!" he replied in a subdued voice.
"No," she persisted, grasping the handle; "not yet, Edgar Linton—sit down, you shall not leave me in that temper. I should be miserable, all night, and I won't be miserable for you!"
"Can I stay after you have struck me?" asked Linton.
