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Chapter 15
Itisenough!Youleftmetoo:butIwon’tupbraidyou!Iforgiveyou,Forgiveme!"
"Itishardtoforgive,andtolookatthoseeyes,andfeelthosewastedhands,"heanswered."Kissmeagain;anddon’tletmeseeyoureyes!Iforgivewhatyouhavedonetome.Ilovemymurderer—butyours!HowcanI?"
Theyweresilent—theirfaceshidagainsteachother,andwashedbyeachother’stears.Atleast,Isupposetheweepingwasonbothsides;asitseemedHeathcliffcouldweeponagreatoccasionlikethis.
Igrewveryuncomfortable,meanwhile;fortheafternoonworefastaway,themanwhomIhadsentoffreturnedfromhiserrand,andIcoulddistinguish,bytheshineofthewesternsunupthevalley,aconcoursethickeningoutsideGimmertonchapelporch.
"Serviceisover,"Iannounced."Mymasterwillbehereinhalf-an-hour."
Heathcliffgroanedacurse,andstrainedCatherinecloser;shenevermoved.
ErelongIperceivedagroupoftheservantspassinguptheroadtowardsthekitchenwing.Mr.Lintonwasnotfarbehind;heopenedthegatehimselfandsaunteredslowlyup,probablyenjoyingthelovelyafternoonthatbreathedassoftassummer.
"Nowheishere,"Iexclaimed."ForHeaven’ssake,hurrydown!You’llnotmeetanyoneonthefrontstairs.Dobequick;andstayamongthetreestillheisfairlyin."
"Imustgo,Cathy,"saidHeathcliff,seekingtoextricatehimselffromhiscompanion’sarms."ButifIlive,I’llseeyouagainbeforeyouareasleep.Iwon’tstrayfiveyardsfromyourwindow.
