'Nice words to be used to a young lady! Pray don't begin to dispute with him.

Come, let us seek for Minny ourselves, and begone.' 'But, Ellen,' cried she, staring fixed in astonishment, 'how dare he speak so to me?
Mustn't he be made to do as I ask him?
You wicked creature, I shall tell papa what you said .-- Now, then!' Hareton did not appear to feel this threat; so the tears sprang into her eyes with indignation.

'You bring the pony,' she exclaimed, turning to the woman, 'and let my dog free this moment!' 'Softly, Miss,' answered she addressed; 'you'll lose nothing by being civil.

Though Mr.Hareton, there, be not the master's son, he's your cousin: and I was never hired to serve you.' '_He_ my cousin!' cried Cathy, with a scornful laugh.
'Yes, indeed,' responded her reprover.
'Oh, Ellen! don't let them say such things,' she pursued in great trouble.

'Papa is gone to fetch my cousin from London: my cousin is a gentleman's son.