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Chapter 6
Edgarstoodonthehearthweepingsilently,andinthemiddleofthetablesatalittledog,shakingitspawandyelping;which,fromtheirmutualaccusation,weunderstoodtheyhadnearlypulledintwobetweenthem.Theidiots!Thatwastheirpleasure!toquarrelwhoshouldholdaheapofwarmhair,andeachbegintocrybecauseboth,afterstrugglingtogetit,refusedtotakeit.Welaughedoutrightatthepettedthings;wediddespisethem!WhenwouldyoucatchmewishingtohavewhatCatherinewanted?tofindusbyourselves,seeingentertainmentinyelling,andsobbing,androllingontheground,dividedbythewholeroom?I’dnotexchange,forathousandlives,myconditionhere,forEdgarLinton’satThrushcrossGrange—notifImighthavetheprivilegeofflingingjosephoffthehighestgable,andpaintingthehousefrontwithHindley’sblood!"
"Hush,hush!"Iinterrupted."Stillyouhavenottoldme,Heathcliff,howCatherineisleftbehind?"
"Itoldyouwelaughed,"heanswered."TheLintonsheardus,andwithoneaccord,theyshotlikearrowstothedoor;therewassilence,andthenacry,‘Oh,mamma,mamma!Oh,papa!Oh,mamma,comehere.Oh,papa,oh!’Theyreallydidhowloutsomethinginthatway.Wemadefrightfulnoisestoterrifythemstillmore,andthenwedroppedofftheledge,becausesomebodywasdrawingthebars,andwefeltwehadbetterflee.IhadCathybythehand,andwasurgingheron,whenallatonceshefelldown.‘Run,Heathcliff,run!’shewhispered.
