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           You’llnotgo,then?kind,sweet,goodCatherine!Andperhapsyouwillconsent—andhe’llletmediewithyou!"

           Myyounglady,onwitnessinghisintenseanguish,stoopedtoraisehim.Theoldfeelingofindulgenttendernessovercamehervexation,andshegrewthoroughlymovedandalarmed.

           "Consenttowhat?"sheasked."Tostay?Tellmethemeaningofthisstrangetalk,andIwill.Youcontradictyourownwords,anddistractme!Becalmandfrank,andconfessatonceallthatweighsonyourheart.Youwouldn’tinjureme,Linton,wouldyou?Youwouldn’tletanyenemyhurtme,ifyoucouldpreventit?I’llbelieveyouareacowardforyourself,butnotacowardlybetrayerofyourbestfriend."

           "Butmyfatherthreatensme,"gaspedtheboy,claspinghisattenuatedfingers,"andIdreadhim—Idreadhim!Idarenottell!"

           "Oh,well!"saidCatherine,withscornfulcompassion,"keepyoursecret:I’mnocoward.Saveyourself:I’mnotafraid."

           Hermagnanimityprovokedhistears:heweptwildly,kissinghersupportinghands,andyetcouldnotsummoncouragetospeakout.Iwascogitatingwhatthemysterymightbe,anddeterminedCatherineshouldneversuffer,tobenefithimoranyoneelse,bymygoodwill;whenhearingarustleamongtheling,IlookedupandsawMr.Heathcliffalmostcloseuponus,descendingtheHeights.