`Icarenothingforhisanger，\'exclaimedCathy，imaginingshewouldbeitsobject。
`ButIdo，\'saidhercousin，shuddering。`Don\'tprovokehimagainstme，Catherine，forheisveryhard。\'
`Isheseveretoyou，MasterHeathcliff？\'Iinquired。`Hashegrownwearyofindulgence，andpassedfrompassivetoactivehatred？\'
Lintonlookedatme，butdidnotanswer；and，afterkeepingherseatbyhissideanothertenminutes，duringwhichhisheadfelldrowsilyonhisbreast，andheutterednothingexceptsuppressedmoansofexhaustionorpain，Cathybegantoseeksolaceinlookingforbilberries，andsharingtheproduceofherresearcheswithme:shedidnotofferthemtohim，forshesawfurthernoticewouldonlywearyandannoy。
`Isithalfanhournow，Ellen？\'shewhisperedinmyear，atlast。