Wuthering Heights

the liberty to enquire – Though provided with a large library, I'm frequently very dull at the Grange – take my books away, and I should be desperate!«
    »I was always reading, when I had them;« said Catherine, »and Mr. Heathcliff never reads; so he took it into his head to destroy my books. I have not had a glimpse of one, for weeks. Only once, I searched through Joseph's store of theology; to his great irritation: and once, Hareton, I came upon a secret stock in your room ... some Latin and Greek, and some tales and poetry; all old friends – I brought the last here – and you gathered them, as a magpie gathers silver spoons, for the mere love of stealing! They are of no use to you – or else you concealed them in the bad spirit, that as you cannot enjoy them, nobody else shall. Perhaps
your
envy counselled Mr. Heathcliff to rob me of my treasures? But, I've most of them written on my brain and printed in my heart, and you cannot deprive me of those!«
    Earnshaw blushed crimson, when his cousin made this revelation of his private literary accumulations, and stammered an indignant denial of her accusations.
    »Mr. Hareton is desirous of increasing his amount of knowledge,« I said, coming to the rescue. »He is not
envious
but
emulous
of your attainments – He'll be a clever scholar in a few years!«
    »And he wants
me
to sink into a dunce, meantime,« answered Catherine. »Yes, I hear him trying to spell and read to himself, and pretty blunders he makes! I wish you would repeat Chevy Chase, as you did yesterday – It was extremely funny! I heard you ... and I heard you turning over the dictionary, to seek out the hard words, and then cursing, because you couldn't read their explanations!«
    The young man evidently thought it too bad that he should be laughed at for his ignorance, and then laughed at for trying to remove it. I had a similar notion, and, remembering Mrs. Dean's anecdote of his first attempt at enlightening the darkness in which he had been reared, I observed,
    »But, Mrs. Heathcliff, we have each had a commencement, and each stumbled and tottered on the threshold, and had our teachers scorned, instead of aiding us, we should stumble and totter yet.«
    »Oh!« she replied, »I don't wish to limit his acquirements ... still, he has no right to appropriate what is mine, and make it ridiculous to me with his vile mistakes and mispronunciations! Those books, both prose and verse, were consecrated to me by other associations, and I hate to have them debased and profaned in his mouth! Besides, of all, he has selected my favourite pieces that I love the most to repeat, as if out of deliberate malice!«
    Hareton's chest heaved in silence a minute; he laboured under a severe sense of mortification and wrath, which it was no easy task to suppress.
    I rose, and from a gentlemanly idea of relieving his embarrassment, took up my station in the door-way surveying the external prospect, as I stood.
    He followed my example, and left the room, but presently re-appeared, bearing half-a-dozen volumes in his hands, which he threw into Catherine's lap, exclaiming,
    »Take them! I never want to hear, or read, or think of them again!«
    »I won't have them, now!« she answered. »I shall connect them with you, and hate them.«
    She opened one that had obviously been often turned over, and read a portion in the drawling tone of a beginner; then laughed, and threw it from her.
    »And listen!« she continued provokingly, commencing a verse of an old ballad in the same fashion.
    But his self-love would endure no further torment – I heard, and not altogether disapprovingly, a manual check given to her saucy tongue – The little wretch had done her utmost to hurt her cousin's sensitive though uncultivated feelings, and a physical argument was the only mode he had of balancing the account, and repaying its effects on the inflicter.
    He afterwards gathered the books and hurled them on the fire. I read in his countenance what anguish it was to offer that sacrifice to spleen – I fancied that as they consumed, he recalled the pleasure they had already imparted; and the triumph, and ever increasing pleasure he had anticipated from them – and I fancied, I guessed the incitement to his secret studies, also. He had been content with daily labour and rough animal enjoyments, till Catherine crossed his path – Shame at her scorn, and hope of her approval were his first prompters to higher pursuits; and instead of