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Chapter 11

           Fittocry,Itookanorangefrommypocket,andofferedittopropitiatehim.Hehesitated,andthensnatcheditfrommyhold;asifhefanciedIonlyintendedtotemptanddisappointhim.Ishowedhimanother,keepingitoutofhisreach.

           "Whohastaughtyouthosefinewords,mybairn?"Ienquired."Thecurate?"

           "Damnthecurate,andthee!Giemethat,"hereplied.

           "Telluswhereyougotyourlessons,andyoushallhaveit,"saidI."Who’syourmaster?"

           "Devildaddy,"washisanswer.

           "Andwhatdoyoulearnfromdaddy?"Icontinued.

           Hejumpedatthefruit;Iraisedithigher."Whatdoesheteachyou?"Iasked.

           "Naught,"saidhe,"buttokeepoutofhisgait.Daddycannotbideme,becauseIswearathim."

           "Ah!andthedevilteachesyoutoswearatdaddy?"Iobserved.

           "Ahnay,"hedrawled.

           "Whothen?"

           "Heathcliff."

           IaskedifhelikedMr.Heathcliff.

           "Ay!"heansweredagain.

           Desiringtohavehisreasonsforlikinghim,Icouldonlygatherthesentences"Iknown’t:hepaysdadbackwhathegiestomehecursesdaddyforcursingme.HesaysImundoasIwill."

           "Andthecuratedoesnotteachyoutoreadandwritethen?"Ipursued.

           "No,Iwastoldthecurateshouldhavehisteethdasheddownhisthroat,ifhesteppedoverthethresholdHeathcliffhadpromisedthat!"

           Iputtheorangeinhishand,andbadehimtellhisfatherthatawomancalledNellyDeanwaswaitingtospeakwithhim,bythegardengate.

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