seeming to have got into his head the notion that, because he liked Heathcliff, all hated, and longed to do him an ill-turn.
It was a disadvantage to the lad, for the kinder among us did not wish to fret the master, so we humoured his partiality; and that humouring was rich nourishment to the child's pride and black tempers. Still it became in a manner necessary; twice, or thrice, Hindley's manifestations of scorn, while his father was near, roused the old man to a fury. He seized his stick to strike him, and shook with rage that he could not do it.
At last, our curate, (we had a curate then who made the living answer by teaching the little Lintons and Earnshaws, and farming his bit of land himself,) he advised that the young man should be sent to college, and Mr, Earnshaw agreed, though with a heavy spirit, for he said—
"Hindley was naught, and would never thrive as where he wandered."
