Scorn

 

Chapter 2
Page 14, Paragraph 24
No, no! A stranger is a stranger, be he rich or poor- it will not suit me to permit anyone the range of the place while I am off guard.
Page 15, Paragraph 21
Fortunately, the beasts seemed more bent on stretching their paws, and yawing and flourishing their tails, than devouring me alive; but they would suffer no resection…smacked of King Lear.

Chapter 3
Page 26, Paragraph 40
"And you, you worthless-" he broke out as I entered, turning to his daughter in law, and employing an epithet as harmless as duck, or sheep, but generally represented by a dash.
Page 24, Paragraph 28
"And for me, too," I replied." I will walk in the yard till daylight. And then I'll be off; and you need not dread a repetition of my intrusion. I am quite now cured do seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself."

Chpter 4
Page 33, Paragraph 12
"Off dog!"
"Take my colt, gypsy, then!" said young Earnshaw, " and I pray that it may break your neck… you beggarly interloper… imp of Satan-And take that, I hope he will kick out your brains."

Chapter 6
Page 41, Line 9
     When Heathcliff and Catherine peeped at Edgar and Isabella, they had nearly pulled the dog into two between them.  And they thought “The idiots!  That was their pleasure!  To quarrel who should hold a heap of warm hair, and each began to cry because both, after struggling to get it, refused to take it.  We laughed outright at the petted things, we did despise them!
Page 42, Line 18
     Oh, my dear Mary, look here!  Don't be afraid, it is but a boy-yet the villain scowls so plainly in his face, would it not be a kindness to the country to hang him at once, before he shows his nature in acts, as well as features?
Page 42, Line 26
     He's exactly like the son of the fortune-teller, which stole my tame pheasant.
Page 43, Line 2
     Oho!  I declare he is that strange acquisition my late neighbor made in his journey to Liverpool-a little Lascar, or an American or Spanish castaway.
     A wicked boy, at all events and quite unfit for a decent house!  Did you notice his language, Linton?  I'm shocked that my children should have heard it.

Chapter 7
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     ‘Heathcliff, you may come forward,’cried Mr. Hindley, enjoying his discomfiture and gratified to see what a forbidding young blackguard he would be compelled to present himself.  ‘You may come and wish Miss Catherine welcome, like the other servants.’
Page 46, Line 24
     Mrs. Linton begged that her darlings might be kept carefully apart from that ‘aughty, swearing boy’.
Page 49, Line 26
     ‘He shall have his share of my hand, if I catch him downstairs again till dark, cried Hindley. 'Begone, you vagabond!  What, you are attempting the coxcomb, are you?  Wait till I get hold of those elegant locks see if I won't  pull them a bit longer!
     ‘They are long enough already,’observed Master Linton, peeping from the doorway; ‘I wonder they don't make his headache.  It's like a colt's mane over his eyes!’

Chapter 8
Page 54, Line 26
     And besides, you should have known better than to choose such a rush of a lass

Chapter 9
Page 65, Line 33
     ‘A pity,’observed I, you're hard to please so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content!’
Page 67, Line 3
     ‘II'm very far from jesting, Miss Catherine,’ I replied, 'you love Mr. Edgar, because he is handsome, and young, and cheerful, and rich, and loves you.  The last, however, goes for nothing you would love him without that, probably; and with it you wouldn't, unless he possessed the four former attractions.’
Page 69, Line 23
     If Heathcliff and I married, we should be beggars.
Page 72, Line 1
     I should more likely look for the horse- it would make more sense.  But on a night like this I can look for neither horse nor man.  It's as black as a chimney- and Heathcliff's not the kind of chap to come when I whistle - perhaps he'll be less hard of hearing if you call.
Chapter 10
Page 80, Line 32
     "Well, well," cried her husband, crossly, don't strangle me for that!  He never struck me as such a marvelous treasure.  There is no need to be frantic!’

Chapter 11
Page 97, Paragraph 18
"Fair means!" she said, in answer to her husband's look of angry surprise, " If you have not the courage to attack him, make an apology, or allow yourself to be beaten. I t will correct you of feigning more valour than you process…and I wish Heathcliff may flog you sick, for daring to think an evil thought of me!".
Page 96, Paragraph 18
"How is this?" said Linton, addressing her; "what notion of propriety must you have to remind here…you are habituated to his baseness, and, perhaps imagine I can get used to it too."

Chapter 13
Page 120, Paragraph 22
" Here is a rahm," he said, at last flinging back a cranky board on hinges. " It is well enough tuh ate a few porridge in if you are feared uh muckying yer grand silk cloes, spread yer handkerchir ut t' top on it."

Chapter 21
Page 184, Paragraph 21
 “He does not know his letters" he said to his cousin," Could you believe in the existence of such a colossal dunce?”
“here is nothing the matter but laziness, is there, Earnshaw?" he said...There you experience the consequence of scorning “book-larning" as you would say..." Have you notice, Catherine, his frightful Yorkshore pronunciation?"
Page 184, Paragraph 25 
 "If you were not more a lass than a lad, I will feel thee this minute, I would pitiful lath of a crater.”
 

Chapter 27
P222, Ph3
    " Nonsense! …And there! He trembles, as if I were really going to touch him! You needn’t bespeak contempt, Linton; anybody will have it spontaneously, at your service. Get off!" "...If I pitied you for crying, and look so very frightened, you should spurn such pity!”
P225, Line5~8
     "I give you what I have; the present is hardly worth accepting; but, I have nothing else to offer. It is Linton, I mean. How she does stare! It's odd what a savage feeling I have to anything that seems afraid of me!”
P227, Ph3
     “Take you with her, pitiful changeling? You marry? Why, the man is mad, or he thinks us fools, everyone. And, do you imagine that beautiful young lady, that healthy, hearty girl, will tie herself to a little perishing monkey like you?”
P234, Ph3
     “I winked to see my father strike a dog, or a horse, he does it so hard--- yet I was glad at first--- he deserved punishing for punishing me.”
P238, last line~P239
    I was embarrassed how to punish him, when I discovered his part in the business---he's such a cobweb, a pinch would annihilate him”
 
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