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Rh "He spelt, and drawled over by syllables, the name—

Hareton Earnshaw."

And the figures?' I cried, encouragingly, perceiving that he came to a dead halt.

I cannot tell them yet,' he answered.

Oh, you dunce!' I said, laughing heartily at his failure.

The fool stared, with a grin hovering about his lips, and a scowl gathering over his eyes, as if uncertain whether he might not join in my mirth; whether it were not pleasant familiarity, or what it really was, contempt.

I settled his doubts by suddenly retrieving my gravity, and desiring him to walk away, for I came to see Linton not him.

He reddened—I saw that by the moonlight—dropped his hand from the latch, and skulked off, a picture of mortified vanity. He imagined himself to be as accomplished as Linton, I suppose, because he could spell his own name;