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Chapter 15
Atothertimes,shewouldturnpetulantlyaway,andhideherfaceinherhands,orevenpushhimoffangrily;andthenhetookcaretoletheralone,forhewascertainofdoingnogood.
Gimmertonchapelbellswerestillringing;andthefull,mellowflowofthebeckinthevalleycamesoothinglyontheear.Itwasasweetsubstitutefortheyetabsentmurmurofthesummerfoliage,whichdrownedthatmusicabouttheGrangewhenthetreeswereinleaf.AtWutheringHeightsitalwayssoundedonquietdaysfollowingagreatthaworaseasonofsteadyrain.AndofWutheringHeightsCatherinewasthinkingasshelistened:thatis,ifshethoughtorlistenedatall;butshehadthevague,distantlookImentionedbefore,whichexpressednorecognitionofmaterialthingseitherbyearoreye.
"There’saletterforyou,Mrs.Linton,"Isaidgentlyinsertingitinonehandthatrestedonherknee."Youmustreaditimmediately,becauseitwantsananswer.ShallIbreaktheseal?""Yes,"sheanswered,withoutalteringthedirectionofhereyes.Iopenedit—itwasveryshort."Now,"Icontinued,"readit."Shedrewawayherhand,andletitfall.Ireplaceditinherlap,andstoodwaitingtillitshouldpleasehertoglancedown;butthatmovementwassolongdelayedthatatlastIresumed:
"MustIreadit,ma’am?ItisfromMr.Heathcliff."
Therewasastartandatroubledgleamofrecollection,andastruggletoarrangeherideas.
