Miss Linton regarded her sister-in-law with indignation.
‘For shame! for shame!’ she repeated, angrily. ‘You are worse than twenty foes, you poisonous friend!’
‘Ah! you won’t believe me, then?’ said Catherine. ‘You think I speak from wicked selfishness?’
‘I’m certain you do,’ retorted Isabella; ‘and I shudder at you!’
‘Good!’ cried the other. ‘Try for yourself, if that be your spirit: I have done, and yield the argument to your saucy insolence.’—
‘And I must suffer for her egotism!’ she sobbed, as Mrs. Linton left the room. ‘All, all is against me: she has blighted my single consolation. But she uttered falsehoods, didn’t she? Mr. Heathcliff is not a fiend: he has an honourable soul, and a true one, or how could he remember her?’
‘Banish him from your thoughts, Miss,’ I said. ‘H
