he contented himself with going a bit farther back， and looking at her instead of the book.She continued reading， or seeking for something to read.His attention became， by degrees， quite centred in the study of her thick， silky curls： her face he couldn't see， and she couldn't see him.
And， perhaps， not quite awake to what he did， but attracted like a child to a candle， at last he proceeded from staring to touching； he put out his hand and stroked one curl， as gently as if it were a bird.He might have stuck a knife into her neck， she started round in such a taking.
`"Get away， this moment！ How dare you touch me？ Why are you stopping there？" she cried， in a tone of disgust."I can't endure you！ I'll go upstairs again， if you come near me."`Mr Hareton recoiled， looking as foolish as he could do： he sat down in the settle very quiet， and she continued turning over her volumes another half-hour； finally， Earnshaw crossed over， and whispered to me：
`"Will you ask her to read to us， Zillah？ I'm stalled of doing naught； and I do like--I could like to hear her！ Dunnot say I wanted it， but ask of yourseln."`"Mr Hareton wishes you would read to us， ma'am，" I said immediately.
"He'd take it very kind--he'd be much obliged."`She frowned； and looking up， answered：
`"Mr Hareton， and the whole set of you， will be good enough to understand that I reject any pretence at kindness you have the hypocrisy to offer！ I despise you， and will have nothing to say to any of you！ When I would have given my life for one kind word， even to see one of your faces， you all kept off.But I won't complain to you！ I'm driven down here by the cold； not either to amuse you or enjoy your society."`"What could I ha' done？" began Earnshaw."How was I to blame？"`"Oh！ you are an exception，" answered Mrs Heathcliff."I never missed such a concern as you."`"But I offered more than once， and asked，" he said， kindling up at her pertness， "I asked Mr Heathcliff to let me wake for you 宍"Be silent！ I'll go out of doors， or anywhere， rather than have your disagreeable voice in my ear！" said my lady.
`Hareton muttered she might go to hell， for him！ and unslinging his gun， restrained himself from his Sunday occupations no longer.He talked now， freely enough； and she presently saw fit to retreat to her solitude：
but the frost had set in， and， in spite of her pride， she was forced to condescend to our company， more and more.However， I took care there should be no further scorning at my good nature： ever since， I've been as stiff as herself； and she has no lover or liker among us： and she does not deserve one； for， let them say the least word to her， and she'll curl back without respect of anyone！ She'll snap at the master himself， and as good as dares him to thrash her； and the more hurt she gets， the more venomous she grows.'
At first， on hearing this account from Zillah， I determined to leave my situation， take a cottage， and get Catherine to come and live with me： but Mr Heathcliff would as soon permit that as he would set up Hareton in an independent house； and I can see no remedy， at present， unless she could marry again： and that scheme it does not come within my province to arrange.
Thus ended Mrs Dean's story.Notwithstanding the doctor's prophecy， I am rapidly recovering strength； and though it be only the second week in January， I propose getting out on horseback in a day or two， and riding over to Wuthering Heights， to inform my landlord that I shall spend the next six months in London； and， if he likes， he may look out for another tenant to take the place after October.I would not pass another winter here for much.
