'He talked about "our house," and "our folk." I thought he had been the owner's son.

And he never said Miss: he should have done, shouldn't he, if he's a servant ?' Hareton grew black as a thunder-cloud at this childish speech.

I silently shook my questioner, and at last succeeded in equipping her for departure.
'Now, get my horse,' she said, addressing her unknown kinsman as she would one of the stable-boys at the Grange.

'And you may come with me.

I want to see where the goblin-hunter rises in the marsh, and to hear about the _fairishes_, as you call them: but make haste! What's the matter?
Get my horse, I say.' 'I'll see thee damned before I be _thy_ servant!' growled the lad.
'You'll see me _what_!' asked Catherine in surprise.
'Damned--thou saucy witch!' he replied.
'There, Miss Cathy! you see you have got into pretty company,' I interposed.