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Chapter 6
Doyouthinktheydo?Orreadingsermons,andbeingcatechisedbytheirman-servant,andsettolearnacolumnofScripturenames,iftheydon’tanswerproperly?""Probablynot,"Iresponded."Theyaregoodchildren,nodoubt,anddon’tdeservethetreatmentyoureceive,foryourbadconduct.""Don’tcant,Nelly,"hesaid:nonsense!WeranfromthetopoftheHeightstothepark,withoutstopping—Catherinecompletelybeatenintherace;becauseshewasbarefoot.You’llhavetoseekforhershoesinthebogtomorrow.Wecreptthroughabrokenhedge,gropedourwayupthepath,andplantedourselvesonaflower-plotunderthedrawing-roomwindow.Thelightcamefromthence;theyhadnotputuptheshutters,andthecurtainswereonlyhalfclosed.Bothofuswereabletolookinbystandingonthebasement,andclingingtotheledge,andwesaw—ah!itwasbeautiful—asplendidplacecarpetedwithcrimson,andcrimson-coveredchairsandtables,andapurewhiteceilingborderedbygold,ashowerofglassdropshanginginsilverchainsfromthecentre,andshimmeringwithlittlesofttapers.OldMr.andMrs.Lintonwerenotthere;Edgarandhissisterhaditentirelytothemselves.Shouldn’ttheyhavebeenhappy?Weshouldhavethoughtourselvesinheaven!Andnow,guesswhatyourgoodchildrenweredoing?Isabella—Ibelievesheiseleven,ayearyoungerthanCathy—layscreamingatthefartherendoftheroom,shriekingasifwitcheswererunningred-hotneedlesintoher.
