I'll look to the rest.' He spoke these words, holding the door open for his son to pass, and the latter achieved his exit exactly as a spaniel might which suspected the person who attended on it of designing a spiteful squeeze.

The lock was re-secured.

Heathcliff approached the fire, where my mistress and I stood silent.

Catherine looked up, and instinctively raised her hand to her cheek: his neighbourhood revived a painful sensation.

Anybody else would have been incapable of regarding the childish act with sternness, but he scowled on her and muttered--'Oh! you are not afraid of me?
Your courage is well disguised: you seem damnably afraid!' 'I _am_ afraid now,' she replied, 'because, if I stay, papa will be miserable: and how can I endure making him miserable--when he--when he--Mr.Heathcliff, let _me_ go home! I promise to marry Linton: papa would like me to: and I love him.