said "I would'nt eat or drink here, if I were starving."
Heathcliff had the key in his hand that remained on the table. He looked up, seized with a sort of surprise at her boldness, or, possibly, reminded by her voice and glance, of the person from whom she inherited it.
She snatched at the instrument, and half succeeded in getting it out of his loosened lingers; but her action recalled him to the present; he recovered it speedily.
"Now, Catherine Linton," he said, "stand off, or I shall knock you down; and that will make Mrs. Dean mad."
Regardless of this warning, she captured his closed hand, and its contents again.
"We will go!" she repeated, exerting her utmost efforts to cause the iron muscles to relax; and finding that her nails made no impression, she applied her teeth pretty sharply.
Heathcliff glanced at me a glance that kept
