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Chapter 7

           Heseizedatureenofhotapplesauce(thefirstthingthatcameunderhisgripe)anddasheditfullagainstthespeaker’sfaceandneck;whoinstantlycommencedalamentthatbroughtIsabellaandCatherinehurryingtotheplace.Mr.Earnshawsnatcheduptheculpritdirectlyandconveyedhimtohischamber;where,doubtless,headministeredaroughremedytocoolthefitofpassion,forheappearedredandbreathless.Igotthedishcloth,andratherspitefullyscrubbedEdgar’snoseandmouth,affirmingitservedhimrightformeddling.Hissisterbeganweepingtogohome,andCathystoodbyconfounded,blushingforall.

           "Youshouldnothavespokentohim!"sheexpostulatedwithMasterLinton."Hewasinabadtemper,andnowyou’vespoiltyourvisit;andhe’llbeflogged:Ihatehimtobeflogged!Ican’teatmydinner.Whydidyouspeaktohim,Edgar?"

           "Ididn’t,"sobbedtheyouth,escapingfrommyhands,andfinishingtheremainderofthepurificationwithhiscambricpocket-handkerchief."IpromisedmammathatIwouldn’tsayonewordtohim,andIdidn’t."

           "Well,don’tcry,"repliedCatherine,contemptuously,"you’renotkilled.Don’tmakemoremischief;mybrotheriscoming:bequiet!Hush!Isabella!Hasanybodyhurtyou?"

           "There,there,childrentoyourseats!"criedHindley,bustlingin."Thatbruteofaladhaswarmedmenicely.Nexttime,MasterEdgar,takethelawintoyourownfistsitwillgiveyouanappetite!"

           Thelittlepartyrecovereditsequanimityatsightofthefragrantfeast.

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