He made several efforts to obey, but his little strength was annihilated, for the time, and be fell back again with a moan.
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! There now—she'll lend you her arm. . .that's right, look at her. You would imagine I was the devil himself, Miss Linton, to excite such horror. Be so kind as to walk home with him, will you? He shudders, if I touch him."
