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Chapter 7
Heseizedatureenofhotapplesauce(thefirstthingthatcameunderhisgripe)anddasheditfullagainstthespeaker’sfaceandneck;whoinstantlycommencedalamentthatbroughtIsabellaandCatherinehurryingtotheplace.Mr.Earnshawsnatcheduptheculpritdirectlyandconveyedhimtohischamber;where,doubtless,headministeredaroughremedytocoolthefitofpassion,forheappearedredandbreathless.Igotthedishcloth,andratherspitefullyscrubbedEdgar’snoseandmouth,affirmingitservedhimrightformeddling.Hissisterbeganweepingtogohome,andCathystoodbyconfounded,blushingforall.
"Youshouldnothavespokentohim!"sheexpostulatedwithMasterLinton."Hewasinabadtemper,andnowyou’vespoiltyourvisit;andhe’llbeflogged:Ihatehimtobeflogged!Ican’teatmydinner.Whydidyouspeaktohim,Edgar?"
"Ididn’t,"sobbedtheyouth,escapingfrommyhands,andfinishingtheremainderofthepurificationwithhiscambricpocket-handkerchief."IpromisedmammathatIwouldn’tsayonewordtohim,andIdidn’t."
"Well,don’tcry,"repliedCatherine,contemptuously,"you’renotkilled.Don’tmakemoremischief;mybrotheriscoming:bequiet!Hush!Isabella!Hasanybodyhurtyou?"
"There,there,children—toyourseats!"criedHindley,bustlingin."Thatbruteofaladhaswarmedmenicely.Nexttime,MasterEdgar,takethelawintoyourownfists—itwillgiveyouanappetite!"
Thelittlepartyrecovereditsequanimityatsightofthefragrantfeast.