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           Meantime,ouryoungcompanion,whosattooremovedfromustohearwhatwassaid,begantoevincesymptomsofuneasiness,probablyrepentingthathehaddeniedhimselfthetreatofCatherine’ssocietyforfearofalittlefatigue.Hisfatherremarkedtherestlessglanceswanderingtothewindow,andthehandirresolutelyextendedtowardshiscap.

           "Getup,youidleboy!"heexclaimed,withassumedheartiness."Awayafterthem!theyarejustatthecornerbythestandofhives."

           Lintongatheredhisenergies,andleftthehearth.Thelatticewasopen,and,ashesteppedout,IheardCathyinquiringofherunsociableattendant,whatwasthatinscriptionoverthedoor?Haretonstaredup,andscratchedhisheadlikeatrueclown.

           "It’ssomedamnablewriting,"heanswered."Icannotreadit."

           "Can’treadit?"criedCatherine;"Icanreadit:it’sEnglish.ButIwanttoknowwhyitisthere."

           Lintongiggled:thefirstappearanceofmirthhehadexhibited.

           "Hedoesnotknowhisletters,"hesaidtohiscousin."Couldyoubelieveintheexistenceofsuchacolossaldunce?"

           "Isheallasheshouldbe?"askedMissCathyseriously;"orishesimple:notright?I’vequestionedhimtwicenow,andeachtimehelookedsostupidIthinkhedoesnotunderstandme.Icanhardlyunderstandhim,I’msure!"

           Lintonrepeatedhislaugh,andglancedatHaretontauntingly;whocertainlydidnotseemquiteclearofcomprehensionatthatmoment.

           "There’snothingthematterbutlaziness;isthere,Earnshaw?"hesaid.