Mr.Heathcliff advanced, and lifted him to lean against a ridge of turf.
'Now,' said he, with curbed ferocity, 'I'm getting angry and if you don't command that paltry spirit of yours--_damn_ you! get up directly!' 'I will, father,' he panted.

'Only, let me alone, or I shall faint.

I've done as you wished, I'm sure.

Catherine will tell you that I--that I--have been cheerful.

Ah! keep by me, Catherine; give me your hand.' 'Take mine,' said his father; 'stand on your feet.