Wuthering Heights

you songs, and came many a time through wind and snow to see you? She wept to miss one evening, because you would be disappointed; and you felt then, that she was a hundred times too good to you; and now you believe the lies your father tells, though you know he detests you both! And you join him against her. That's fine gratitude, is it not?«
    The corner, of Linton's mouth, fell, and he took the sugar-candy from his lips.
    »Did she come to Wuthering Heights, because she hated you?« I continued. »Think for yourself! As to your money, she does not even know that you will have any. And you say she's sick; and yet, you leave her alone, up there in a strange house!
You,
who have felt what it is to be so neglected! You could pity your own sufferings, and she pitied them, too, but you won't pity hers! I shed tears Master Heathcliff, you see – an elderly woman, and a servant merely – and you, after pretending such affection, and having reason to worship her, almost, store every tear you have for yourself, and lie there quite at ease. Ah! you're a heartless, selfish boy!«
    »I can't stay with her,« he answered crossly. »I'll not stay, by myself. She cries so I can't bear it. And she won't give over, though I say I'll call my father – I did call him once; and he threatened to strangle her, if she was not quiet, but she began again, the instant he left the room; moaning and grieving, all night long, though I screamed for vexation that I couldn't sleep.«
    »Is Mr. Heathcliff out,« I inquired, perceiving that the wretched creature had no power to sympathise with his cousin's mental tortures.
    »He's in the court,« he replied, »talking to Doctor Kenneth who says uncle is dying, truly, at last – I'm glad for I shall be master of the Grange after him – and Catherine always spoke of it, as
her
house. It isn't hers! It's mine – papa says everything she has is mine, All her nice books are mine – she offered to give me them, and her pretty birds, and her pony Minny, if I would get the key of our room, and let her out: but I told her she had nothing to give, they were all, all mine. And then she cried, and took a little picture from her neck, and said I should have that – two pictures in a gold case – on one side her mother, and on the other, uncle, when they were young. That was yesterday – I said
they
were mine, too; and tried to get them from her. The spiteful thing wouldn't let me; she pushed me off, and hurt me. I shrieked out – that frightens her – she heard papa coming, and she broke the hinges, and divided the case and gave me her mother's portrait; the other she attempted to hide; but papa asked what was the matter and I explained it. He took the one I had away; and ordered her to resign hers to me; she refused, and he – he struck her down, and wrenched it off the chain, and crushed it with his foot.«
    »And you were pleased to see her struck?« I asked: having my designs in encouraging his talk.
    »I winked,« he answered. »I wink to see my father strike a dog, or a horse, he does it so hard – yet I was glad at first – she deserved punishing for pushing me: but when papa was gone, she made me come to the window and showed me her cheek cut on the inside, against her teeth, and her mouth filling with blood: and then she gathered up the bits of the picture, and went and sat down with her face to the wall, and she has never spoken to me since; and I sometimes think she can't speak for pain. I don't like to think so! but she's a naughty thing for crying continually; and she looks so pale and wild, I'm afraid of her!«
    »And you can get the key if you choose?« I said.
    »Yes, when I am up-stairs,« he answered; »but I can't walk up-stairs now.«
    »In what apartment is it?« I asked.
    »Oh,« he cried, »I shant tell
you
where it is! It is our secret. Nobody, neither Hareton, nor Zillah are to know. There! you've tired me – go away, go away!« And he turned his face onto his arm, and shut his eyes, again.
    I considered it best to depart without seeing Mr. Heathcliff; and bring a rescue for my young lady, from the Grange.
    On reaching it the astonishment of my fellow servants to see me, and their joy also, was intense; and when they heard that their little mistress was safe, two or three were about to hurry up, and shout the news at Mr. Edgar's door: but I bespoke the announcement of it, myself.
    How changed I found him, even in those few days! He lay an image of sadness, and