Heathcliff chuckled a fiendish laugh at the idea; I made no reply, because I saw that he expected none.
Meantime, our young companion, who sat too removed from us to hear what was said, began to evince symptoms of uneasiness: probably repenting that he had denied himself the treat of Catherine's society, for fear of a little fatigue.
His father remarked the restless glances wandering to the window, and the hand irresolutely extended towards his cap.
"Get up, you idle boy!" he exclaimed with assumed heartiness. "Away after them. . .they are just at the corner, by the stand of hives."
Linton gathered his energies, and left the hearth. The lattice was open and, as he stepped out, I heard Cathy inquiring of her unsociable attendant, what was that inscription over the door?
Hareton stared up, and scratched his head like a true clown.
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