and instead of guarding him from one, and winning him the other, his endeavours to raise himself had produced just the contrary result.
"Yes, that's all the good that such a brute as you can get from them!" cried Catherine, sucking her damaged lip, and watching the conflagration with indignant eyes.
"You'd better hold your tongue, now!" he answered fiercely.
And his agitation precluding further speech, he advanced hastily to the entrance, where I made way for him to pass. But, ere he had crossed the door-stones, Mr. Heathcliff, coming up the causeway, encountered him and laying hold of his shoulder, asked.
"What's to do now, my lad?"
"Naught, naught!" he said, and broke away, to enjoy his grief and anger in solitude.
Heathcliff gazed after him, and sighed.
"It will be odd, if I thwart myself!" he muttered, unconscious that I was behind him. "But, when I look for his father in his face,
