Hate my father, and spare me for contempt.' 'Nonsense!' cried Catherine in a passion.

'Foolish, silly boy! And there! he trembles: as if I were really going to touch him! You needn't bespeak contempt, Linton: anybody will have it spontaneously at your service.

Get off! I shall return home: it is folly dragging you from the hearth-stone, and pretending--what do we pretend?
Let go my frock! If I pitied you for crying and looking so very frightened, you should spurn such pity.

Ellen, tell him how disgraceful this conduct is.

Rise, and don't degrade yourself into an abject reptile--_don't_!' With streaming face and an expression of agony, Linton had thrown his nerveless frame along the ground: he seemed convulsed with exquisite terror.
'Oh!' he sobbed, 'I cannot bear it! Catherine, Catherine, I'm a traitor, too, and I dare not tell you! But leave me, and I shall be killed! _Dear_ Catherine, my life is in your hands: and you have said you loved me, and if you did, it wouldn't harm you.