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360 of good—it would make you another man, to have her for a companion.'

A companion?' he cried; 'when she hates me, and does not think me fit to wipe her shoon! Nay, if it made me a king, I'd not be scorned for seeking her good will any more.'

It is not I who hate you, it is you who hate me!' wept Cathy, no longer disguising her trouble. 'You hate me as much as Mr. Heathcliff does, and more.'

You're a damned liar,' began Earnshaw; 'why have I made him angry, by taking your part then, a hundred times? and that, when you sneered at, and despised me, and—Go on plaguing me, and I'll step in yonder, and say you worried me out of the kitchen!'

I didn't know you took my part,' she answered, drying her eyes; 'and I was miserable and bitter at every body; but, now I thank you, and beg you to forgive me, what can I do besides?'

"She returned to the hearth, and frankly extended her hand.