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Chapter 7

           Cathy,catchingaglimpseofherfriendinhisconcealment,flewtoembracehim;shebestowedsevenoreightkissesonhischeekwithinthesecond,andthenstopped,anddrawingback,burstintoalaugh,exclaiming,"Why,howveryblackandcrossyoulook!andhowhowfunnyandgrim!Butthat’sbecauseI’musedtoEdgarandIsabellaLinton.Well,Heathcliff,haveyouforgottenme?"

           Shehadsomereasontoputthequestion,forshameandpridethrewdoublegloomoverhiscountenance,andkepthimimmovable.

           "Shakehands,Heathcliff,"saidMr.Earnshaw,condescendingly;"onceinaway,thatispermitted."

           "Ishallnot,"repliedtheboy,findinghistongueatlast;"Ishallnotstandtobelaughedat.Ishallnotbearit!"

           Andhewouldhavebrokenfromthecircle,butMissCathyseizedhimagain.

           "Ididnotmeantolaughatyou,"shesaid;"Icouldnothindermyself:Heathcliff,shakehandsatleast!Whatareyousulkyfor?Itwasonlythatyoulookedodd.Ifyouwashyourfaceandbrushyourhair,itwillbeallright;butyouaresodirty!"

           Shegazedconcernedlyattheduskyfingerssheheldinherown,andalsoatherdress;whichshefearedhadgainednoembellishmentfromitscontactwithhis.

           "Youneedn’thavetouchedme!"heanswered,followinghereyeandsnatchingawayhishand."IshallbeasdirtyasIplease:andIliketobedirty,andIwillbedirty."

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