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Chapter 30
Shedidn’tthankhim;still,hefeltgratifiedthatshehadacceptedhisassistance,andventuredtostandbehindassheexaminedthem,andeventostoopandpointoutwhatstruckhisfancyincertainoldpictureswhichtheycontained;norwashedauntedbythesaucystyleinwhichshejerkedthepagefromhisfinger:hecontendedhimselfwithgoingabitfartherback,andlookingatherinsteadofthebook.Shecontinuedreading,orseekingforsomethingtoread.Hisattentionbecame,bydegrees,quitecenteredinthestudyofherthick,silkycurls:herfacehecouldn’tsee,andshecouldn’tseehim.And,perhaps,notquiteawaketowhathedid,butattractedlikeachildtoacandle,atlastheproceededfromstaringtotouching;heputouthishandandstrokeonecurl,asgentlyasifitwereabird.Hemighthavestruckaknifeintoherneck,shestartedroundinsuchataking.
"’Getaway,thismoment!Howdareyoutouchme?Whyareyoustoppingthere?’shecried,inatoneofdisgust.‘Ican’tendureyou!I’llgoupstairsagain,ifyoucomenearme.’
"Mr.Haretonrecoiled,lookingasfoolishashecoulddo:hesatdowninthesettleveryquiet,andshecontinuedturningoverhervolumesanotherhalf-hour;finally,Earnshawcrossedover,andwhisperedtome:
"’Willyouaskhertoreadtous,Zillah?I’mstalledofdoingnaugh;andIdolike—Icouldliketohearher!DunnotsayIwantedit,butaskofyourseln.’
"’Mr.Haretonwishesyouwouldreadtous,ma’am,’Isaidimmediately.
