age, at first, to utter a syllable, in reply to her questioning look, and her murmured petition.
"'Say you forgive me, Hareton, do! You can make me so happy, by speaking that little word.'
"He muttered something inaudible.
"'And you'll be my friend?' added Catherine, interrogatively.
"'Nay! you'll be ashamed of me every day of your life,' he answered. 'And the more, the more you know me, and I cannot bide it.'
"'So, you wont be my friend?' she said, smiling as sweet as honey, and creeping close up.
"I overheard no further distinguishable talk; but on looking round again, I perceived two such radiant countenances bent over the page of the accepted book, that I did not doubt the treaty had been ratified, on both sides, and the enemies were, thenceforth, sworn allies.
"The work they studied was full of costly
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