I think I should not be peevish with you: you'd not provoke me, and you'd always be ready to help me, wouldn't you ?' 'Yes,' said Catherine, stroking his long soft hair: 'if I could only get papa's consent, I'd spend half my time with you.

Pretty Linton! I wish you were my brother.' 'And then you would like me as well as your father ?' observed he, more cheerfully.

'But papa says you would love me better than him and all the world, if you were my wife; so I'd rather you were that.' 'No, I should never love anybody better than papa,' she returned gravely.
'And people hate their wives, sometimes; but not their sisters and brothers: and if you were the latter, you would live with us, and papa would be as fond of you as he is of me.' Linton denied that people ever hated their wives; but Cathy affirmed they did, and, in her wisdom, instanced his own father's aversion to her aunt.
I endeavoured to stop her thoughtless tongue.

I couldn't succeed till everything she knew was out.

Master Heathcliff, much irritated, asserted her relation was false.
'Papa told me; and papa does not tell falsehoods,' she answered pertly.
'_My_ papa scorns yours!' cried Linton.