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����"Make the tea�� will you?" said Heathcliff�� speaking so savagely that I started. "Bring up your chair��" he added to me�� and we all drew round the table.
����Food was passed in silence�� and the three looked very angry as they ate it. I thought it my duty to make polite talk.
����"Mr. Heathcliff��" I began�� "there must be times here�� when you and your wife..."
����"My wifer" growled Heathcliff�� with an ugly look on his face. "My wife is dead!"
����I saw that I had made a mistake. Then I suddenly thought that the young man at my elbow�� drinking his tea out of a bowl and eating his bread with dirty hands�� might be the husband of the girl. I sighed at the thought.
����"Mrs. Heathcliff is my daughter-in-law." said Heathcliff�� as if he guessed my thoughts.
����He turned�� as he spoke�� and looked at the girl. She met his gaze squarely and in that moment I saw in both their eyes a look of devilish~ hatred. It was quite unmistakable.
����"Ah��" I said uneasily�� to the youth at my side�� "so you are the happy husband..."
����I stopped. The young man had turned very red.
����"She's not my wifef" he said.
����He let out the words with a sudden burst of strong hatred�� and followed them with a curse.
����"Wrong again��" said Heathcliff�� with something like a cold laugh. "I said she was my daughter-in- law�� therefore�� she must have married my son."
����"And this young man is..."
����"Not my son�� I tell you."
����He smiled�� as if at the strangeness of the situation.
����"My name is Hareton Earnshaw��" growled the youth. "And you'd better respect it!"
����"I've shown it no disrespect��" I replied�� amused at his tone of voice.
����He stared at me for a moment and then went on putting food into his mouth. I said no more�� but sat wondering at this house of strange hatreds.
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