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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.
"Ah—nay,"hedrawled.
"Whothen?"
"Heathcliff."
IaskedifhelikedMr.Heathcliff.
"Ay!"heansweredagain.
Desiringtohavehisreasonsforlikinghim,Icouldonlygatherthesentences—"Iknown’t:hepaysdadbackwhathegiestome—hecursesdaddyforcursingme.HesaysImundoasIwill."
"Andthecuratedoesnotteachyoutoreadandwritethen?"Ipursued.
"No,Iwastoldthecurateshouldhavehis—teethdasheddownhis—throat,ifhesteppedoverthethreshold—Heathcliffhadpromisedthat!"
Iputtheorangeinhishand,andbadehimtellhisfatherthatawomancalledNellyDeanwaswaitingtospeakwithhim,bythegardengate.