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Chapter 9
"Oh!"saidhe,releasingme,"IseethathideouslittlevillainisnotHareton:Ibegyourpardon,Nell.Ifitbe,hedeservesflayingalivefornotrunningtowelcomeme,andforscreamingasifIwereagoblin.Unnaturalcub,comehither!I’llteachtheetoimposeonagood-hearted,deludedfather.Now,don’tyouthinktheladwouldbehandsomercropped?Itmakesadogfiercer,andIlovesomethingfierce—getmeascissors—somethingfierceandtrim!Besides,it’sinfernalaffectation—devilishconceititis,tocherishourears—we’reassesenoughwithoutthem.Hush,child,hush!Wellthen,itismydarling!wisht,drythyeyes—there’sajoy;kissme.What!itwon’t?Kissme,Hareton!Damnthee,kissme!ByGod,asifIwouldrearsuchamonster!AssureasI’mliving,I’llbreakthebrat’sneck."
PoorHaretonwassquallingandkickinginhisfather’sarmswithallhismight,andredoubledhisyellswhenhecarriedhimupstairsandliftedhimoverthebanister.Icriedoutthathewouldfrightenthechildintofits,andrantorescuehim.AsIreachedthem,Hindleyleantforwardontherailstolistentoanoisebelow;almostforgettingwhathehadinhishands."Whoisthat?"heasked,hearingsomeoneapproachingthestair’sfoot.Ileantforwardalso,forthepurposeofsigningtoHeathcliff,whosestepIrecognized,nottocomefurther;and,attheinstantwhenmyeyequittedHareton,hegaveasuddenspring,deliveredhimselffromthecarelessgraspthatheldhim,andfell.
