Wuthering Heights

brusts my heart! He's forgetten all E done for him, un' made on him, un' goan un' riven up a whole row ut t' grandest currant trees i' t' garden!« And here he lamented outright, unmanned by a sense of his bitter injuries, and Earnshaw's ingratitude and dangerous condition.
    »Is the fool drunk?« asked Mr. Heathcliff. »Hareton is it you he's finding fault with?«
    »I've pulled up two or three bushes,« replied the young man, »but I'm going to set 'em again.«
    »And why have you pulled them up?« said the master.
    Catherine wisely put in her tongue.
    »We wanted to plant some flowers there,« she cried. »I'm the only person to blame, for I wished him to do it.«
    »And who the devil gave
you
leave to touch a stick about the place?« demanded her father-in-law, much surprised. »And who ordered
you
to obey her?« he added turning to Hareton.
    The latter was speechless; his cousin replied –
    »You shouldn't grudge a few yards of earth, for me to ornament, when you have taken all my land!«
    »Your land, insolent slut? You never had any!« said Heathcliff.
    »And my money,« she continued, returning his angry glare, and meantime, biting a piece of crust, the remnant of her breakfast.
    »Silence!« he exclaimed. »Get done, and begone!«
    »And Hareton's land, and his money,« pursued the reckless thing. »Hareton, and I are friends now; and I shall tell him all about you!«
    The master seemed confounded a moment, he grew pale, and rose up, eyeing her all the while, with an expression of mortal hate.
    »If you strike me, Hareton will strike you!« she said, »so you may as well sit down.«
    »If Hareton does not turn you out of the room, I'll strike him to Hell,« thundered Heathcliff. »Damnable witch! dare you pretend to rouse him against me? Off with her! Do you hear? Fling her into the kitchen! I'll kill her, Ellen Dean, if you let her come into my sight again!«
    Hareton tried under his breath to persuade her to go.
    »Drag her away!« he cried savagely. »Are you staying to talk?« And he approached to execute his own command.
    »He'll not obey you, wicked man, any more!« said Catherine, »and he'll soon detest you, as much as I do.«
    »Wisht! wisht!« muttered the young man reproachfully. »I will not hear you speak so to him – Have done!«
    »But you won't let him strike me?« she cried.
    »Come then!« he whispered earnestly.
    It was too late – Heathcliff had caught hold of her.
    »Now
you
go!« he said to Earnshaw. »Accursed witch! this time she has provoked me, when I could not bear it; and I'll make her repent it for ever!«
    He had his hand in her hair; Hareton attempted to release the locks, entreating him not to hurt her that once. His black eyes flashed, he seemed ready to tear Catherine in pieces, and I was just worked up to risk coming to the rescue, when of a sudden, his fingers relaxed, he shifted his grasp from her head, to her arm, and gazed intently in her face – Then, he drew his hand over his eyes, stood a moment to collect himself apparently, and turning anew to Catherine, said with assumed calmness,
    »You must learn to avoid putting me in a passion, or I shall really murder you, sometime! go with Mrs. Dean, and keep with her, and confine your insolence to her ears. As to Hareton Earnshaw if I see him listen to you, I'll send him seeking his bread where he can get it! your love will make him an outcast, and a beggar – Nelly, take her, and leave me, all of you! Leave me!«
    I led my young lady out; she was too glad of her escape, to resist; the other followed, and Mr. Heathcliff had the room to himself, till dinner.
    I had counselled Catherine to get hers up-stairs; but, as soon as he perceived her vacant seat, he sent me to call her. He spoke to none of us, eat very little, and went out directly afterwards, intimating that he should not return before evening.
    The two new friends established themselves in the house, during his absence, where I heard Hareton sternly check his cousin, on her offering a revelation of her father-in-law's conduct to his father.
    He said he wouldn't suffer a word to be uttered to him, in his disparagement; if he were the devil, it didn't signify; he would stand by him; and he'd rather she would abuse himself, as she used to, than begin on Mr. Heathcliff.
    Catherine was waxing cross at this; but he found means to make her hold her tongue, by asking, how she would like
him
to speak ill of her father? and then she comprehended that Earnshaw took the