And I was better to-day: and there--' his voice died in a whimper.
'_I_ didn't strike you!' muttered Cathy, chewing her lip to prevent another burst of emotion.
He sighed and moaned like one under great suffering, and kept it up for a quarter of an hour; on purpose to distress his cousin apparently, for whenever he caught a stifled sob from her he put renewed pain and pathos into the inflexions of his voice.
'I'm sorry I hurt you, Linton,' she said at length, racked beyond endurance.

'But I couldn't have been hurt by that little push, and I had no idea that you could, either: you're not much, are you, Linton?
Don't let me go home thinking I've done you harm.

Answer! speak to me.' 'I can't speak to you,' he murmured; 'you've hurt me so that I shall lie awake all night choking with this cough.

If you had it you'd know what it was; but _you'll_ be comfortably asleep while I'm in agony, and nobody near me.

I wonder how you would like to pass those fearful nights!' And he began to wail aloud, for very pity of himself.
'Since you are in the habit of passing dreadful nights,' I said, 'it won't be Miss who spoils your ease: you'd be the same had she never come.
However, she shall not disturb you again; and perhaps you'll get quieter when we leave you.' 'Must I go ?' asked Catherine dolefully, bending over him.