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He flung himself into the nearest seat, and on my approaching hurriedly to ascertain if she had fainted, he gnashed at me, and foamed like a mad dog, and gathered her to him with greedy jealousy.I did not feel as if I were in the company of a creature of my own species: it appeared that he would not understand, though I spoke to him; so I stood off, and held my tongue, in great perplexity.

A movement of Catherine's relieved me a little presently: she put up her hand to clasp his neck, and bring her cheek to his as he held her; while he, in return, covering her with frantic caresses, said wildly--`You teach me now how cruel you've been--cruel and false.Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? Ihave not one word of comfort.You deserve this.You have killed yourself.

Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and ring out my kisses and tears: they'll blight you--they'll damn you.You loved me--then what right had you to leave me? What right--answer me--for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you , of your own will, did it.I have not broken your heart-- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.So much the worse for me, that I am strong.Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you--oh, God! would you like to live with your soul in the grave?'

`Let me alone.let me alone,' sobbed Catherine.`If I have done wrong, I'm dying for it.It is enough! You left me too: but I won't upbraid you! I forgive you.Forgive me!'

`It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered.`Kiss me again; and don't let me see your eyes!

I forgive what you have done to me.I love my murderer--but yours !

How can I?'

They were silent--their faces hid against each other, and washed by each other's tears.At least, I suppose the weeping was on both sides;as it seemed Heathcliff could weep on a great occasion like this.

I grew very uncomfortable, meanwhile; for the afternoon wore fast away, the man whom I had sent off returned from his errand, and I could distinguish, by the shine of the westering sun up the valley, a concourse thickening outside Gimmerton chapel porch.

`Service is over,' I announced.`My master will be here in half an hour.'

Heathcliff groaned a curse, and strained Catherine closer: she never moved.

Ere long I perceived a group of the servants passing up the road towards the kitchen wing.Mr Linton was not far behind; he opened the gate himself and sauntered slowly up, probably enjoying the lovely afternoon that breathed as soft as summer.

`Now he is here,' I exclaimed.`For Heaven's sake, hurry down!

You'll not meet anyone on the front stairs.Do be quick; and stay among the trees till he is fairly in.'

`I must go, Cathy,' said Heathcliff, seeking to extricate himself from his companion's arms.`But if I live, I'll see you again before you are asleep.I won't stray five yards from your window.'

`You must not go!' she answered, holding him as firmly as her strength allowed.`You shall not, I tell you.'

`For one hour,' he pleaded earnestly.

`Not for one minute,' she replied.

`I must --Linton will be up immediately,' persisted the alarmed intruder.

He would have risen, and unfixed her fingers by the act--she clung fast, gasping: there was mad resolution in her face.

`No!' she shrieked.`Oh, don't, don't go.It is the last time!

Edgar will not hurt us.Heathcliff, I shall die! I shall die!'

`Damn the fool! There he is,' cried Heathcliff, sinking back into his seat.`Hush, my darling! Hush, hush, Catherine! I'll stay.If he shot me so, I'd expire with a blessing on my lips.'

And there they were fast again.I heard my master mounting the stairs--the cold sweat ran from my forehead: I was horrified.

`Are you going to listen to her ravings?' I said passionately.

`She does not know what she says.Will you ruin her, because she has not wit to help herself? Get up! You could be free instantly.That is the most diabolical deed that ever you did.We are all done for--master, mistress, and servant.

I wrung my hands, and cried out; Mr Linton hastened his step at the noise.In the midst of my agitation, I was sincerely glad to observe that Catherine's arms had fallen relaxed, and her head hung down.

`She's fainted or dead,' I thought: `so much the better.Far better that she should be dead, than lingering a burden and a misery-maker to all about her.'

Edgar sprang to his unbidden guest, blanched with astonishment and rage.What he meant to do, I cannot tell; however, the other stopped all demonstrations, at once, by placing the lifeless looking form in his arms.

`Look there!' he said; `unless you be a fiend, help her first--then you shall speak to me!'

He walked into the parlour, and sat down.Mr Linton summoned me, and with great difficulty, and after resorting to many means, we managed to restore her to sensation; but she was all bewildered; she sighed, and moaned, and knew nobody.Edgar, in his anxiety for her, forgot her hated friend.I did not.I went, at the earliest opportunity, and besought him to depart; affirming that Catherine was better, and he should hear from me in the morning how she passed the night.

`I shall not refuse to go out of doors,' he answered; `but I shall stay in the garden: and, Nelly, mind you keep your word to morrow.I shall be under those larch trees.Mind! or I pay another visit, whether Linton be in or not.

He sent a rapid glance through the half-open door of the chamber, and, ascertaining that what I stated was apparently true, delivered the house of his luckless presence.